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 Title: The Curse of Yerukala and Kangala
 Author: Meerza Qadir Qasim Gangastani "Gora Gandoo" (Fair Faggot)
 Category: kuni (faggot), gandoo (butt-boy), shudra, sudra, 
 Source: Personal Experience.

 It was a cool evening during the preceding summer that I heard a soft knock on the front
darwaza (door) of my mahal (house). Going up to the darwaza, I asked who it was from inside.

 "This is Hashim," replied a very feeble, trembling voice which I recognized as belonging to a
good dost (friend) of mine called Hashim.  Yet, I could hear the absolute fear in his
terrified voice through the darwaza. 

 "What is it ?" I asked, concerned. "And why are you so scared, Hashim ?"

 "Please open up," he replied, his throat almost croaking in terror. "Some of the Kala Goondas
(black goons) from the Shudra Mohalla want me to tell you something."

 When I heard the very name "Shudra", I froze in fright. The Shudra Mohalla. The mohalla where
all the frightening big Kala Shudra Goondas lived. There stayed the various Kala
(black-skinned) populations of our Shahr (city): the big Kala Malabari Dravidian Mallas (Black
Malabari Dravidian wrestlers), the imported Dravidian Telinga Piyadas (Telingani foot-soldiers
or infantry-men), the skilled Habashiyya (Abyssinian) spearsmen, the tough Gond warriors,
those fierce Bhil fighters and the strong Kol (Kolarian) labourers. While they only formed
about one-fourth to one-fifth of the population of our Shahr (city), these naturally more
muscular Shudra Kalas (Blacks) totally dominated almost all mohallas of our Shahr.  Nobody in
our Shahr in their right mind would dare to challenge any of the Shudra Goondas.  Belonging to
the physically more powerful Negro-Dravidian race, which is also called Negroid-Australoid or
Dravidoid by some Angrez (English) anthropologists, these black super-masculine males had
enviable physiques, more robust bone structures, and better muscle structure, evolved over
many hazar (thousands) of years as the labourer caste. They had long back overpowered their
fair-skinned Aryan rivals in almost all mohallas.  The only mohalla which was saved from their
total dominance was the Brahmin mohalla, where strict caste rules of Manu and Gautama
Dharma-Shastra prevented the entry of Shudras, and which was specially chosen to be as far
away as possible from the Shudra Mohalla. 

 But our Aryan Muslim mohalla was definitely not the Brahmin mohalla, and was situated quite
close to the Shudra Mohalla. Naturally, we had to submit to the total dominance of the Shudra
Goondas, and most of us Mohalla Gora Londas (neighbourhood fair boys) chose abject,
unquestioning submission instead of futile and ultimately painful resistance. In fact, the
very sight of those scary big Kala Shudra Goondas was sufficient to intimidate us Aryan
Londas. Whenever we saw those physically superior Kala Admis (black men), we would feel our
manhood slip away, and our hearts would sink into our chest. At the same time, our genitals
would rapidly contract, as if accepting their own inferiority, as our short fair Aryan Zubbs
(penises) would shrink back into our bodies, and our testicles would shrivel up into our
scrotums as they in turn were drawn closer to our bodies. Meanwhile, we would feel our anal
passages involuntarily contract, as if in some kind of subconscious fear of anal rape by those
black Dravidian demons.

 "Which Shudras ?" I asked. I found that my throat had also run dry, and I too sounded
abnormal at that time.

 "It is Kangala and Yerukala. They are waiting for you. If you don't come, they will beat you
to a kofta," he said.

  My heart sank when I heard those dreaded names. Kangala and Yerukala were two of the biggest
and most muscular Kala Goondas (black thugs) from the Shudra Mohalla (Shudra Neighbourhood). 
Kangala and Yerukala had started to intimidate Hashim long back, and he had become submissive
to them from the start. Lately, they had started to bully me as well. Naturally, I just did
what they ordered, and avoided being alone with them. Of late, I noticed that Yerukala's
comments seemed cruder and more aggressive whenever I met him. This was the first time they
were calling me though.

 "Open up! They said they will make you say your Bismillahs if you don't," croaked Hashim
again.

 Yes, not going would be definitely devastating the next time I would see them. So I opened
the darwaza and I could see the terrified look on Hashim's face. I asked him what they wanted. 

 "I do not know," he said and lowered his face, as if ashamed of something.  Then he looked
nervously behind him, as if trying to avoid my gaze. Lowering his voice, he said, "Kangal said
something about showing you something."

 After a while he finally looked into my face. We just stood there, silently looking at each
other. I looked into his eyes, trying to fathom any hidden meaning. But instead, I just saw
naked, unrestrained fear and intimidation. 

 "You said both Kangala and Yerukala are there ?" I asked in a soft whisper.

 "Yes," he replied softly. "Both of them." Both of us knew that, if I did not go, I would face
an incredible amount of bullying and domination from those unvincible Dravidian Goondas later
on. 

 "Fine, I will come along," I said. I went inside and told my Madar (mother) that I would be
going out. She gave me some gulab-jamoon (sweets) to eat. Then I closed the darwaza and
stepped outside. 

 Hashim led the way. Slowly, I followed him as he guided me along the road. The cool evening
breeze added a quaint sense of depression to the entire situation. Finally, at the Chowk
(square), we saw the two intimidating Shudra Goondas. 

 I glanced at Kangala first. His broad, hideous face, with his thick pug nose, slobbering lips
and black skin made him look like a Shaytan (devil). His name meant "pauper" or "poor person"
in most of our Aryan languages, and it was a common name amongst the Shudras of the Ganga
valley. And the Shudras were of course mostly poor. But he more than compensated for it
through his extremely muscular build and sheer aggressiveness. As he only wore a tight lungi
(loin-cloth), his wide muscled black Dravidian chest was clearly visible. His arms were as
thick as watermelons, as his strong biceps almost seemed like they would bulge out of his
skin.

 After this, I slowly looked at Yerukala. Now, while Kangala was frightening, I was especially
afraid of Yerukala.  He was a Telinga Piyadah (foot-soldier, infantry-man) in the Lashkar
(army), belonging to that legendary race of feared Dravidian warriors from Telingana. 
Apparently Yerukala had just returned from Laskhar (army) training, for he was still wearing
his tight army trousers, thick iron bracelets and a large helmet. And, unlike Kangala, his
uncovered upper body was covered in sweat. Hence, his taut black Dravidian muscles glistened
in the evening light, giving him a sinister, Iblis-like (Satan-like) appearance. Like all the
imported Telingas, he was well-trained in the Dravidian martial arts of Kalari-Payyadu
(fighting) and Mal-Yuddam (wrestling).  While Kangala was openly dominant and always asserted
his aggressiveness, Yerukala was the silent, confident, seasoned Dravidian warrior.  There was
a special meanness about him.  He seemed like somebody who could enjoy other peoples' pain.
Somebody who would hurt you just for pleasure. 

 They did not smile or greet us, even after both of us salaamed them. And I could make out
that they were both very angry, and very aggressive.

 Yerukala quietly turned and started walking. Kangala grabbed my arm and pulled me along.

 "Chup-chap! Silent! Or you be saying your Bismillahs soon !" cursed Kangala in his
threateningly deep Dravidian voice as he roughly grabbed my hand. Panic spread through my body
as he pulled my hand and started to pull me alone. Scared that they had singled me out, I
immediately asked Hashim for help.

 "Hashim, please help me ! At least come with me !" I shouted in horror. But Hashim did not
come to help me. I looked back as Kangala pulled me along, and I saw Hashim staying behind,
watching them take me along.

 "Hashim ! Please, at least come along !" I repeatedly begged. But he just stood at the spot,
frozen, looking at me in silence.

 Realizing that I was being taken alone, I felt absolutely horrified. 

 "Please tell me ! Where are you taking me ?" I asked. But Kangala did not condescend to
respond. Terror overcame all my other feelings as I started to struggle against Kangala's
strong vice-like grip on my hand.

 "Where are you taking me ? Please, let me go !" I exclaimed as I desperately tried to break
fre.  Naturally, my fair and effeminate Navabi Aryan body was no match for Kangala's black
Shudra muscled frame. I felt Kangala roughly twist my hand behind my back and pull me close to
him.

 "Gora Gandoo (fair faggot)! Keep quiet or I beat you into a kofta (meat-ball)!" he snarled as
I felt intense pain shoot through my bent arm.

 With that, he dragged me along the narrow lanes of our mohalla.

 We walked for a long time, down lonely narrow winding roads. I wondered what they would do to
me.  Finally, we entered a narrow gullee (cul-de-sac, blind alley) and walked to the very end.
The entire gullee was totally bereft of any population. There, Kangala pushed me to the wall
at the end of the alley. As the two big Kala Shudra Goondas blocked my escape, I was left with
no place to escape.

 Feeling scared, I immediately started to beg.

 "Please, don't hurt me, I will do anything," I begged as I leaned against the wall, almost
crying. 

 Yerukala came up to me and roughly pushed me against the wall.

 "Please, please don't hurt me," I begged again.

 "As you can see, my chest is real sweaty," he hissed, still pressing against me.

 "Yes, I see," I replied meekly.

 "Then clean it," he ordered roughly and let me go.

 For a while I was shocked at his demand, but then realized that he had at least given me a
chance to avoid being beaten. So I meekly bent my head down towards his chest and started to
clean the salty sweat off of his broad black Dravidian chest muscles. Because his
Negro-Dravidian chest was so broad and heavily muscled, it took some time to clean the salty
sweat off of it.

 Then Yerukala made me clean his sweaty arm-pits. They were both hairy, and had a very strong
smell, but I licked the sweat and musky oils from there.

 When I was done, he moved back. I could see he had enjoyed me cleaning his chest and
arm-pits.

 Then, to my total surprise, he boxed me in my stomach with a skilled Kallari-Payaddu
(Dravidian martial art) blow. My fair and effeminate Nawabi body was not built to take a blow,
let alone a powerful one from a big black Dravidian warrior. I immediately collapsed onto the
floor in pain, coughing sharply.

 "Please, I am doing whatever you say. Please don't beat me," I begged on the floor. But I
could hear Kangala laughing at my pain.

 "My Kala (black) feet are very sweaty," Yerukala said. "Haven't washed them since yesterday. 
Now dhat I found you Gora Gandoo (Fair Faggot) to clean them with your Gandoo Zaban (faggot
tongue), I don't have to wash them tomorrow either !"

 "What you Musulmans call it? Yes, Pa-Bosi (foot-worship). Go start your Pa-Bosi
(foot-kissing), Londa" Yerukala ordered as he stepped in front of me and pressed one foot in
front of my face.

 In our Persianate culture, the Pa-Bosi (foot-kissing) was the ultimate act of subjugation, it
marked the performer as being in complete and total thraldom to the receiver of the abject act
of submission. But I had no choice. Slowly I bent down, and kissed Yerukala's black feet
through his rough army sandals, once each.

 "Gora Gandoo (fair faggot) ! You Badzat (bad race) !" Yerukala cursed me. "Don't act like an
Oolloo (foolish owl)!"  he barked. "You know you have to chuso the whole Qadam (foot) when you
do Pa-Bosi. Now start, you Pukka Haramzada (total bastard), or you'll be saying your
Bismillahs soon !"

 With that I again bent down and then took off his right sandal. Then I meekly licked his
rough black Negro-Dravidian right foot. At the same time, I rubbed his foot, pretending to
admire it. But actually, I was removing the dust and dirt to avoid having to eat the sand and
clay on his feet. After I kissed and thus dusted his foot, I then turned to using my zaban on
his horny black Shudra foot. So I chatoed (licked) between his rough black toes, under his
long black talons, and cleaned his Dravidian foot-sole. Then I put his sandal back on again. I
repeated the process with his other left Shudra foot too. Both of them were very sweaty and
emanated a strong musky smell, further confirming my earlier suspicion that he had just
returned from Lashkar (army) training.

 When I was done, Yerukala put on his sandals.

 "Take off your pyjamas," ordered Yerukala. 

 For all the shameful things that the Shudra Goondas had made me do, I had never been nanga in
front of them. So I hesitated as I undressed. Time seemed to freeze as I took off my sherwani.
My hands trembled as I slowly untied my pyjama-strings. When I pulled down my pyjamas, I felt
the cool evening breeze waft across my puny Aryan genitals, and the two Shudra Goondas started
laughing. 

 "Solla (ass-hole)! Look at that Kotak Doodool (dwarf boy-prick)! It is smaller than his own
unglees (fingers)," Kangala said, laughing loudly.

 "I cannot even see it," said Yerukala as he smirked.

 Glancing down at myself with my pyjamas around my ankles, I felt so ashamed.  Yes, my pink
Aryan private parts were small, pathetically diminutive. The uncontrolled anxiety and absolute
fear I felt in front of those muscular Kala Shudra Goondas made it even smaller still.
Shrivelled up in fright, it had shrunk to the size of a tiny coin, just barely visible through
the wisps of my pubic hair. 

 "Musulmans circumcise their Lunds (penises) to prune them like trees, and help them grow
bigger," said Yerukala. "That is why most Muslim Lunds are bigger dhan Pandoo (Brahmin)
Sheeshnas (pricks). But of course nothing compared to our Kala Shudra Lingas. Anyway,
circumcision did not help in your case," he said. I heard Kangala laugh loudly at that joke.

 "Looks like the circumciser cut off part of your Lund instead of pruning it to make it grow 
bigger," said Kangala and they both laughed again. Under the impact of their insults, I felt 
even more lowly than before.

 "Time for you to see what a real Admi looks like," exclaimed Kangala.

 Then Kangala pulled off his lungi, and I saw a Shudra man's genitals for the very first time.
It was a totally shocking, and absolutely emasculating experience. They were very imposing,
and I was absolutely awe-struck by their unbelievably immense size. Now, I had heard the Gori
Mohalla Londis (fair mohalla girls) say that those Kalloo Shudras (blackie Shudras) had much
bigger Lunds (penises) than us Gora Mohalla Londas. At that time, I had felt ashamed, and I
remember hearing some of the Londas retort that the differences were just small. But none of
their jokes or stories had ever prepared me for the awesome difference in penis size between
our races. Clearly, those Londas who claimed that the Shudras were only slightly bigger than
us were totally wrong. The difference in size was one of order of magnitude, for Kangala was,
when flaccid, already more than twice my size when fully erect.

 "I know you Safedoos (whiteys) wished you had one of these !" said Kangala as he pointed at 
his huge black Shudra genitals.

 Yes, he was totally right, I did wish I had his magnificent genitals. As my manhood slipped
away, I never felt so inferior in my life. Whereas I had felt my genitals contract whenever I
saw a Shudra Goonda on the road, there, right next to a totally nangoo Shudra Goonda, I felt
my genitals almost retract into my body and disappear altogether. My already shrunken Aryan
Lund pulled back further into my body, retracting into its own shaft, and my scrotum pulled up
more tightly towards my body. I felt my Khags (testicles) pull back very tightly into my
scrotum, and I felt as if they would retract back into my own body, just as they were before
they descended after I was just born. At that time, I did not even feel like a man at all.

 "Make him chuso your Kot (buttocks) first, just like I told you to," commanded Yerukala.

 With that Kangala turned around. With his black Shudra Nabur (buttocks) facing me, he said,
"Gora Gandoo (Fair Faggot) ! Come here and chuso (suck) my Popo (arse) !"

 For a time I was petrified, not believing what he asked me to do. But when he aggressively
repeated his command, I knew I had no choice. I meekly sat down on my knees behind him, and
then started to chuso (lick) the twin black globes of his Dravidian Dumba (buttocks).

 Then I licked on his Faqhat (orifice of the anus), tongueing his Solar (hole), and I heard
him groan loudly in pleasure. By Allah, I swear it smelled very musky and manly there. After
this, he made me push my Zaban (tongue) into his Surm (rectum).

 "Now, make him start the Shudra-Linga Pooja ritual," ordered Yerukala.

 With that, Kangala pushed his Maqad (buttocks) back into my face, so that I fell back on my
hinder parts.

 "Now, chuso my big Kala Shudra-Lund," ordered Kangala as he turned around quickly. His huge 
black Shudra Lund bobbed around, circling due to the after-effects of his quick hip rotation.

 "Look closely, Madar-chod (mother-fucker)! You can see your Mama's lipstick and your Bubu's 
(sister's) teeth marks on my Kala Shudra Linga !" said Kangala. 

 And I could see the faint outline of a woman's lipstick on his Lund. 

 "Smell good, Gora Gandoo !" he barked. "You will smell your Bubu's Fuddi on my Lund !" With 
that both of them joked.

 Slowly I took his big Kala Shudra Lund into my mouth and started to chuso (suck) it. I licked
all along his impressively long black Dravidian reproductive organs.

 "Tell me, Gora Gandoo (fair faggot), can you smell your Bubu's garm Gori Fuddi (fair vagina)
on my Shudra Lund ?" he asked.

 I knew that I had to keep him happy.

 "Yes, Huzoor. I can smell my Bubu's garm Gori Fuddi on your Shudra Lund," I replied.

 Soon, all of his big black Shudra reproductive organ was wet my my saliva.
 
 "Good. Not it is time for you to become a real Admi (man)," said Yerukala to Kangala.

 I did not understand what Yerukala said. But then Kangala said something which absolutely 
froze my blood.

 "Now stand up and turn around," Kangala ordered. 

 Realizing in horror what he wanted to do, I started to beg for him to leave me.

 "Please, I will do anything for you. You said you won't hurt me, and I chusoed you. Please, I
will give you biryani, I will chuso (suck) you. But please don't make me a Gandoo !" I
pleaded.

 "Turn around, you Gora Gandoo !" Kangala shouted.

 This time, I turned around and faced the wall. 

 "Bend forward and lean against the wall."

 I bent forward, leaning against the wall. As I did so, my Nabur jutted outwards, and as they
separated, I could feel the cool evening breeze sweep across my innocent, virginly Koon
(anus). I could feel their predatory eyes on my backside. How perverse could life become ? I
wondered.

 "Here, take some of this," Yerukala said to Kangala. 

 "What is that ?" I heard Kangala ask behind me.

 "It is coconut oil. Take some and rub it on his pink Koon," replied Yerukala. "That will make 
it go in easier"

 There was a pause. 
  
 "You want to do this ritual or not? If not, you are not a real man." asked Yerukala roughly.

 "Yes," replied Kangala. "I will do it."

 Then I smelled the fragrance of coconut oil as somebody opened the bottle. Soon I felt some
thick oil being rubbed on my Koon. 

 "Put some more on your big angosht (finger) and push it inside him," ordered Yerukala.

 "What ? No, I am not pushing an angosht into his Koon!" retorted Kangala.

 "You Haramzada! This is to make it easier for you to go in. This Londa (boy) is fresh, and he
will be sala tight like an Oolloo (owl, fool). You don't want, then let me do it," said
Yerukala. "I will tell all the others you failed the ritual."

 Then I felt the pressure of Kangala's Dravidian middle finger on my opening.  I felt him push
inside me; my butt tightened around his finger in an immediate reflex action. When he pulled
it out, I could feel my Koon close again. 

 "He is sqeezing it tight," complained Kangala. "It cannot go in."

 "You have to wait till he relaxes, and make him relax. Then you push it all the way in," 
replied Yerukala.

 "How ?" Kangala asked.

 "Squeeze that Haramzada's Khags (eggs) till he tenses up even more in pain, and then let go.
When you feel him relax, quickly push it in," replied Yerukala. "Either he will let you in
because of you squeezing the Khags, or he will relax after you let go. Try both times."

 "That is a good idea," replied Kangala. Then I felt Kangala start to play with my small Safed
Andas (testicles) and squeeze them. I winced out in pain, tensing my groin region even more.
When he let go, I finally relaxed, and I could feel his unglee quickly go into my rectum as my
muscles released their tension. This time, when I tensed my anal muscles, it was too late: his
unglee was already deep inside my Koon (anus). I could not tense indefinitely, and slowly I
relaxed, with his unglee inside me.

 "Now do that again a few times, so that he becomes used to you," ordered Yerukala.

 In this manner Kangala squeezed my vulnerable testicles repeatedly, so that I tensed up each 
time, with his unglee inside my Koon. I did not know why, but soon I found that I had become 
used to his unglee inside of me. Finally, Kangala withdrew.

 "Now do it," said Yerukala.
 
 I closed my eyes and he pushed me against the wall, as I was repeatedly praying to Allah to
lessen the pain.  With my heart pounding in my chest, I heard Kangala stand up behind me.  He
firmly grasped both sides of my hips.  

 And then I felt it.  

 His enormous Kala Kinaaf (black glans) was like an iron Gurz (mace), pushing at me. I could
feel the sensitive pink flesh around my Koon (anus) pull together, and the muscles of my Nabur
(buttocks) tighten up. It was just as whenever I had seen a Shdura Goonda on the road before 
when I was younger. Only this time, I was really going to get raped.

 As i felt the pressure of his Kinaaf build against my Koon, I clenched my teeth and tightened 
my Koon, so as to prevent entry. 

 "It is not going in," Kangala said. 

 "Put some more oil and rub your unglee inside again. Then just push," replied Yerukala. 

 I felt some oil being rubbed around my Maqad (backside), and then I felt Kangala's rough 
unglee again enter my Koon. This time the unglee went in very easily, and I was shocked I 
could not stop its entry. 

 Then his unglee was quickly replaced by his big black Dravidian Topi (glans), and I felt the
pressure increase. 

 I clenched my anal muscles as hard as I could, and gnashed my teeth.  I could feel all parts
of myself tightening around Kangala's huge black Shudra Lingam as it pushed into me. I could
not help it, my body fought on its own, tightening against the Dravidian invasion. But to my
utmost horror, I felt that, despite my best efforts, that Shudra Badmash's big Kala Topi
easily slid into my Koon.

 Alarmed at my violation, I clenched tighter still, but the Dravidian behemoth continued to
penetrate deeper into me. Sharp, cutting pain started to burn inside of me. I yelled out in
anguish, feeling as if a stake was being thrust into my backside.

 "You Haramzada, shut up !" shouted Yerukala. "Because you are trying to stop it, it is 
hurting you more."

 I tried to stop shouting. But I realized he was right: it was my resistance which was making
it hurt so much. Yet, I could not help but do my best to resist the Dravidian invasion.

 "Go in, Kangala!" he then barked.

 "Ravana Zindabad !" Kangala shouted.

 I felt Kangala draw back slightly, pull himself away a little bit, and then he pushed in
hard. I felt his well-oiled Dravidian Love-muscle break through my walls of resistance and 
penetrate deep into me. 

 "By Shiva! I am all the way inside!" exclaimed Kangala. 

 "Yes, that is it!" replied Yerukala. "Give it to that Chota-Lund Gora Londa (short dick white
boy) !"

 "By Shiva, this Madar-bokka (mother-fucker) is ... tight !" Kangala gasped. He was breathless
with excitement, flushed with the thrill of breaking into my pink Aryan Koon with that hard
black Shudra battering-ram of his. 

 "See! I told you. They are all tight like Madar-chods (mother-fuckers) the first time!" said
Yerukala. 

 "Solla! His Musulman Koon is tighter than an Aryani Kussi (Aryan vagina)! This ... is better
than a Safedi Kussi (white cunt) !" said Kangala. 

 "See, I told you you will like it !" replied Yerukala. "Just enjoy the feeling of power."

 I felt tears stream down my rosy cheeks. 

 "Now, you have to push in some more. You want to push all the way in to break this Haramzada!
Make him into a Gora Gandoo !" said Yerukala. 

 I felt Kangala lean into me again, driving his Shudra Zubb even deeper into me. I felt like I
was tearing up inside. 

 "Huzoor, please, please ... stop !" I cried out. 

 "Stop crying!" snapped Yerukala. "Shut up!" Then he said to Kangala, "Don't let any of this
stupid talk of his stop you now. He's just an Oolloo Safedoo Gandoo (stupid white faggot). 
Remember, it was Safedoos like him which made the caste system of Manu ! They made us
Untouchables and kept us out of our temples! They took all of our lands and raped our women!"

 "Please, that is the Brahmins who did that," I wailed in feeble response. "I am a Muslim, we 
don't have a caste system !"

 "Kangala, don't forget! Their Haramzada leader Rama burned down our city of Lanka and killed
our great Dravidian king - Ravana the Great !" replied Yerukala.

 "But that was because Ravana had taken away Rama's Bibi, the pious Sita !" I replied.

 "Liar !" shouted Yerukala. "That is a Brahmin Lie! Rama's Bibi Sita ran off with Ravana, 
because your Gori Bibis (white wives) love us Kala Dravida men! Sita wanted Ravana's big Kala 
Dravida Linga !" 

 "Please, I am not a son of Rama, let me go," I whined. "I am a Muslim, I don't believe in 
Ramayana. I don't think he was a God. But Rama was a King of our Aryan Oudh, after all. 
Please don't insult him like that."

 "You Haramzada ! Rama ka Bacha ! Don't listen to him. All those Safedoos are the same !" spat
back Yerukala. "See the way he defends Rama! And these Musulmans deserve this too, because
they smashed our Shiva temples! They also came and conquered our Dravidian lands! Go and give
it to him !"

 "I won't stop breaking in this Haramzada," said Kangala. "I don't care if he is a Pandoo
(Brahmin) or a Mozoo (Muslim). All these Safedoos are the same. I am going to push all the way
into this tight Safed Koon and make him a Gandoo !" He grabbed my shoulders, digging his
fingers into me, holding me tight so I could not move any more.  It seemed like my crying, my
pleading had only made them more thrilled with what they were doing. 

 "That is a good man! You a hero of Ravana. These Musulman Haramzadas have smashed so many of
our Shiva Devalayams (temples). Tell him you going to do it to him!" bellowed Yerukala. "Make
him a Gora Gandoo (fair faggot)! Make him pay for all those Shiva temples !"

 I felt like that Shudra Goonda had driven a Dravidian stake through my Aryan soul with that
Shiva-Lingam of his. I was somewhat numb, feeling dead inside. There was no place to hide. 
But I knew that he was all the way in then - I could tell because I felt the scratch of his
pubic hair on the sensitive pink skin between my Nabur (buttock) cheeks. I had to struggle for
breath, he was pushing against me so hard, his belly pressed against my back. I could feel his
hot breath on my neck, like the hot exhalations of some snorting, ravaging Telingana Bull. 

 "Yerukala, " said Kangal as he caught his breath. "This feels ... so ... good."

 "I told you. Nothing like making a Koonee out of some Safed Madar-Bokka," said Yerukala. 

  Moving his legs slightly, Kangal shifted back and pulled out. For a while he hovered outside
my Koon, with only his Kinaaf inside me. And then with a quick hard thrust he pushed himself
all the way back in, making me cry out with the shock of it. And then he repeated this again
and again. He did this slowly at first. As he pulled away my Koon would follow him. Each time
he would pull away, far enough that I could feel the Kinaaf of his Zubb actually pull my Koon
apart. Pausing for a while, he would then hammer against me again, pushing me against the
wall. Each time he did this, his thrust became harder, more viscous. As he repeated this
cycle, he started to pump harder and faster.  With each thrust, I could feel his heavy Shudra
Khags (testicles) bang against my own, much smaller Aryan Khags. 

 "That is good. Enjoy yourself !" I heard Yerukala say. "Yes, bokk that Safed Mozoo Haramzada
! Now he knows what a girl feels like being raped !"

 That is right, I thought. Indeed, that was how girls felt like. That was what it was like to
have a boy pillage your soul with his weapon. And I had become at least partly female that
fateful day. 

 "Huzoor, please ..." I turned my head back, and looked at Kangala through my tears. "Please
stop!"

 His ugly black Dravidian face was twisted with pleasure. Every muscle was contorted, full of
tension. He did not even pause as I pleaded. I knew then that I was looking at a truly
demonic, merciless face.  He looked at me and continued to bokk me. Then I saw Yerukala come
closer to me with an aggressive look on his face. 

 "You want him to stop ?" he asked as he stood near me. "Want him to stop, you little Safedoo
Gandoo!" 

 Then he reached into his pyjamas and pulled out the longest, blackest Zubb I had ever
seen. It was not even hard, but was clearly well over a qadam (foot) long. While Kangala's had
been thicker, Yerukala's Shudra erection was even longer than that of Kangala. 

 Yerukala then held his huge black Shudra Lund in his hand and waved it at me. I could smell 
the strong fragrance of Dravidian genital sweat.

  "I tell you something. After he is done with you, it is my turn!" he said. They both
laughed. They thought this was funny. But I dreaded his invasion, because his was even longer,
and would surely penetrate deeper into my insides.

 "By Allah, no !" I pleaded. But they both laughed even louder.

 "You chuso me good, otherwise when he finished I will tear up your tight Safed Koon," he
taunted. 

 "Fine." I replied. 

 Kangal stopped, holding himself inside me and then turned me to the side, pulling me away
from the wall. Leaning forward, I took as much of Yerukala's big black Shudra Zubb into my
mouth as I could. I could only get less than half of the Dravidian Minar in, it was so big and
wide. I had breathing problems with that huge black Negro-Dravidian penis inside my mouth.

 "Breathe through your nose," Yerukala said.

 Taking his advice, I started to breathe through my nose and then felt relaxed.

 Once I had obtained Yerukala's Lund in my mouth, Kangala started to pump me again.
Grabbing my hips like a mad-man, he started to bokk me like a dog.  With every strong thrust,
he drove me forward and my lips would slide along Yerukala's Dravidian Zubb. I was being
feminized by Kangal's Shudra Zubb in my Koon, and by Yerukala's Shudra Lund in my mouth. 

 Meanwhile, both the Shudra Goondas were having a good time. They talked to reach other as
they humiliated me. They talked like I was not even there. 

 "Solla, Yerukala! You were right ... This is good!"

 "And the best part is that he will never forget this day," said Yerukala.  "He is never going
to think of sex without thinking of you! He will never be a real Aadmi! He will be cursed from
now on!"  

 That word "curse" reverberated in my brain again and again. That was when I realized that I
was cursed - cursed by Yerukala and Kangala. 

 "And when he gets married, and sticks his Chota Gora Lund (short fair penis) into one of his 
Safedi Londis (white girls), he will still be thinking about you! And he will be praying to 
his God Allah that he should one day get a big Shudra Lund like us !," replied Kangala.

 They continued to spear me, Yerukala's Kala Negro-Dravidian Linga inside my mouth and
Kangala's Kala Shudra Lund feminizing me in my Koon. 

 My ordeal continued for a long time. Finally, I could hear both the Shudra bulls grunt and 
groan loudly, indicating that they were nearing their climax.

 Then Yerukala climaxed first. He made a loud bellowing sound like a Dravidian buffalo, threw
his head back and then ejaculated in my mouth as he held my head tight. Unable to move, I felt
his Kinaaf jump and throb in my throat and a stream of warm salty liquid filled my mouth. 

 "Eat it!" he shouted. "Drink it fast or you will choke !" As I almost choked, I realized I
had no choice.  Whatever I swallowed down, was quickly replenished as more and more salty,
pungent-tasting Dravidian Thukm (sperm) came pumping out of his long black Shudra Lingam. 

 "Solla! These Muslim Koonees know how to chuso a Zubb!" he said as he slowly pulled his
deflating Zubb out of my mouth. 

 "You ready, Kangala ?" he asked next.

 "Yes, Yerukala, I am ready." Kangala was breathless, overcome with the thrill of his
conquest. 

 "Good, so get ready and go deep," replied Yerukala. "Shoot your Thook all the way inside,
that way he becomes a full Gandoo !"

 With this, Yerukala held me still. His strong fingers held both sides of my head like a lock,
freezing it into position.  All of my senses were concentrated on my violated Koon. I could
feel every ridge and vein of Kangal's Shudra Lund as it rode in and out of the raw, sensitive
and virgin channel inside me. I could feel parts of my violated insides had been severely
abraded by Kangala's rough black Shudra Lingam-skin, and a searing, burning sensation emanated
from these regions inside. With Yerukala holding me very tight, Kangala could penetrate even
deeper into me. 

 Suddenly Kangala's movement slowed, and Yerukala shouted, "There that is it Kangala! Let this
Haramzada have it!"

 With one powerful Dravidian thrust, Kangala pushed as deep as he could go inside of me. He
held himself there, as deep as his long Telingana Black Snake could go. He was in so deep I
could feel the hair of his pubes rubbing against the underside of my own Khags. 

 Then it happened. Kangala bellowed loudly, like a wild Telingana buffalo.  Soon thereafter I
felt his gigantic black Shudra member throb and pulsate wildly inside my tight Koon (anus). I
could feel strong jets of highly viscous liquid shoot into my insides from the top of his big
Kala Dravidian organ. 

 And then I felt the most intense feeling of pain I had ever felt.  As his thick brine of
Shudra Thookm (sperm) shot into the deepest recesses of my anus, I felt the salty acidic
liquid cover the abraded skin of my insides, filling the vulnerable, wounded walls. I could
clearly feel his pungent, salty Dravidian baby-liquid enter my opened blood vessels, sending
wild spams of intense pain throughout my body. It was like putting salt into an open wound,
for his pungent Dravidian Thook was very salty, and my rectum was like one large giant wound,
having been repeatedly abraded by Kangala's enormous man-meat. I cried out to Allah and the
Apostles, thinking that I would definitely pass out from the intense pain. At the same time, I
could feel streams of tears flowing down my cheeks.

 Finally, I could feel him shudder as he pumped the last loads of his potent Dravidian Thukm
into me, thereby putting more and more salt onto my internal wounds. And when he was done, 
Kangala was about to dismount when Yerukala stopped him.

 "No, don't get off yet! Stay on top of him, with your Kala Lund plugged inside. That will 
make the Thook stay inside, and hurt him some more," said Yerukala.

 By Allah, I could not imagine a more mean man at that time. He was doing his best to increase
my pain and suffering. I did not feel like a human being, let alone a man, as Kangala held me
still, his big Kala Shudra Nara (black Shudra Bull-penis) plugging my anus tightly closed,
keeping his pungent and salty brine inside me, prolonging my pain.

 Hence, it is only after a considerable amount of time that Kangala dismounted from me,
leaving me there to catch my breath.  I immediately fell to the floor, exhausted, and feeling
violated. 

 They let me rest for a while and then Yerukala told me to masturbate my "Chota Safed Zubb"
(short white penis). I did as he told, and when I was done, they laughed. I thought my ordeal
was over as I collapsed onto the floor.

 Meanwhile, both of them talked about what they had done.  Kangal boasted to Yerukala about
how my Koon had felt like. He said this in a voice that was shaking with excitement and racial
triumph.  He spoke of the tightness of my clenched anal muscles and the rush of power he felt
when he forced himself in. 

 "That is the hardest my Lund has ever been," said Kangala. "By Ravana, I swear, it was better 
than being with a Gori Londi (fair girl)."

 Then he said something else which I will never forget. 

 "When that Haramzada Qasim started crying, I felt so powerful," hissed Kangala. "I really
liked doing it to that Haramzada because he was crying." I felt low, knowing that my crying
had made him feel even more powerful. 

 Then Yerukala told Kangala about his first time. This was a tradition handed down through the
Shudras, from generation to generation. He had been in turn initiated by another Shudra called
Dugga many years before, just after he had immigrated into Oudh from the Shudra regions of
Telingana. Dugga had started to dominate one of the local mullas of the mohalla. One day they
decided to really break him in, and they forced him to invite them to his mahal. They found
his whole family there, and then they played cards. After the card game, they overpowered the
Showhar, and then made him into a Gandoo (faggot), right in front of his family. 

 "I bokked that Haramzada Mulla (bastard mulla) good - had him crying like a little girl in
front of his lovely Bibi and precious Dukhtar (daughter)," he boasted. "Could not believe how
good it felt. And the best part was he would never dare to tell anybody after that, and his
own Bibi and Dukhtar would never respect him, or even any other Muslim, and no Safedoo after
that !"

 "Then we both chod (fuck) his Bibi, right in front of his eyes. You should have seen that
Mulla's face when I stuck my big Kala Shudra Lund into the Mullani's Bhosri (big vagina). He
looked like a total loser ! And his Bibi was crying out in joy to Allah as I chod her hard ! I
made her pray to Ravana and Shiva, and she did !" said Yerukala. "Then I let my dost enjoy 
her. Sala, that Mullani was in Allah's Jannat (heaven), with two big Kala Shudra Lunds that 
day !"

 I then listened with shame as he narrated the Dravidianization of the Mulla's Dukhtar. 

 "Sala, then I went to his Dukhtar. You should have seen him beg me not to touch her! Sala,
Mulla did offer me all of his money. I laughed and told him his Dukhtar's Choot was more
precious than all his money. He cried when I said that, and he knew I was right!  So I enjoyed
his Dukhtar right in front of his eyes!  His Dukhtar's Choot (vagina) was real tight, and she
was a virgin," the Telinga Piyadah boasted.

 "When she get married to some Oolloo Safedoo (stupid whitey), she won't even feel his Chota 
Safed Zubb (short white penis) !" exclaimed Kangala and they both laughed loudly.

 "Yes, by Ravana, that was a good exploit! But the best thing of all came after three seasons. 
The Mullani, the leader of that community, the role model of that mohalla, gave birth to a
Haramzada Kala Shudra Bacha (bastard black Shudra child) ! Yes, one of us Shudra Goondas had
impregnated the Mullani that day ! That Mulla's Arabian and Iranian family line became mixed
with some black Dravidian blood that day !" exclaimed Yerukala. Both laughed loudly. I felt
really low, hearing what he did to that family.

 "What about the Dukhtar ? You give her a Kala Bacha too ?" asked Kangala.

 "No, somehow she didn't. Maybe she too young to have a bacha. But Sala, by Ravana, that Mulla 
will always think of me whenever he see his Kala Shudra Bacha! And I know his Dukhtar will 
never be happy with the Chota Safed Lunds of her Musulman boys !" replied Yerukala.

 "But now you, Kangala, you a man from now on," said Yerukala.

 There was a message in all that Yerukala had said.  He was telling Kangala that he was not a
boy anymore, he had won his manhood. I sat there, nangoo, silent and listening. 

 Yerukala then opened the bag they had brought along. I observed him take out some food. He
divided it into three plates and then told Kangala to give me one place. Kangala came over to
me and gave me a plate. I was surprised why they should be so nice all of a sudden, and I
thought I saw Yerukala smile one of his sly smiles. 

 Yerukala and Kangala quickly ate their meals, and so I decided to eat mine. But the moment I
put that hot Telingani food into my mouth, it burned like the fires of Hell. I spat out the
food and wailed in pain. Both of them laughed. They finished their meal, but I could not eat
it, and instead my mouth burned. I begged them for some water but they just laughed. Just like
before, after doing what they told me to, I ended up much worse off for it. For a while my
mouth burned, but then my own saliva gradually diluted the burning sensation inside.

 When they had finished their meal, Yerukala asked me, "You Gora Gandoo wondering why we
brought all dhat masala ?".

 I just kept quiet, as saying anything could only worsen the situation.

 "Now you find out," he said.

 "I brought all dhat masala and chilli to put on my Linga," he said. Then he ordered me to put 
masala and chili onto his Lingam. I did as he told. He breathed heavily as I massaged all that 
Telingani masala onto his Lund. Kangala was also surprised, and watched the proceedings with 
full attention. I could only wonder what that stinging sensation on his Lund could feel like. 
I knew that my own Lund would have burned like hell-fire if I put some masala on it, and it 
would surely pain enormously if I put garm Telugu masala on it. I reasoned that it must be 
because of the thicker and rougher black skin on the Dravidian penis, which rendered it 
somewhat less sensitive than our Aryan organs.

 Then he told me to push some masala into his huge pishab-chedh (pee-slit). I was surprised. 
If that hot Telugu masala could burn my Zaban (tongue), what would it inflict inside his
Lingam ? But he repeated his order and I did as told.

 So I grasped hold of his huge black Dravidian penis just below the Topi (glans). Then I
squeezed, so that the pishab-chedh (pee-slit) opened up. Then I took some masala onto my
finger and pushed that unglee (finger) inside. Yerukala tensed, and I could feel his penis
twitch sharply as he moaned. At the same time, his big Kala Dravida Linga visibly stiffened
and lengthened. As I continued pushing more and more masala into his pishab-chedh, I could see
that he was enjoying the process.

 Then, when his big Kala Dravida Linga stood at full mast, coated in a layer of extremely garm
(spicy hot) Telingani masala and Andhra chillees, Yerukala suddenly ordered me, "Turn around
and say your Bismillahs now !"

 Shocked, I could not believe what he was saying. I stared at him for a while.

 Kangala asked him, "What ? You are going to chod him ?"

 "Of course, dhat is why I made him put the masala onto my Kala Linga and into my
pishab-chedh. I am going to chod his bruised Gaand (anus) with my Masala Telingana Linga. Just
see what dhat masala did to his Gora Zaban (fair tongue)! It burned it, and that Haramzada was
shouting like a Bacha. So now just think what will happen when I chod his Gaand with dhis
Masala Linga! All dhat garm Telingani Masala will go into his injured Gaand and burn that
Gandoo inside !"

 "That is a wonderful idea! You Telinganis are really good at this !" replied Kangala.

 Not only was Yerukala's big Kala Telingana Linga longer than Kangala's, it was also totally
covered with pain-causing masala ! Realizing what was in store for me, I violently tried to
break free.  But Kangala took hold of me and then gave me a few rough blows and punches. Under
the impact of his blows, I fell to the floor again and this time he kicked me several times
till I stopped struggling and only begged him to stop.

 Then he lifted me up and turned me around. He bent my body and said, "Say your Bismillahs !"

 As Kangala held me tight, I could feel Yerukala start to enter me from behind. It was the
most excruciating pain I ever felt. I started to yell loudly, and this did have the effect of
making Yerukala pull out. But alas, it was only temporary relief. For when Yerukala returned,
he stuffed his sweaty underwear into my mouth to keep me quiet.

 Then he resumed his brutal onslaught. This time when I yelled, I shouted into his underwear
and hence barely made any sound. As his big black Dravidian Shudra Linga moved in and out of
me, I could feel the masala penetrate into my deepest wounds. Whereas I had felt like having
salt pushed into my wounds when Kangala's salty Thook shot into my insides, at that time I
felt like I was having a far more acidic masala salt mixture being poured everywhere. And as
Yerukala's much longer and slightly thicker Telingana Linga abraded against my insides, it
created several new cuts and fissures, and the masala and sweat immediately penetrated into
it, sending new spams of pain throughout my body.

 I had to undergo this ordeal, and several times I thought I would pass out from the severe 
pain.

 As Yerukala climaxed, his acidic Dravidian Thook mingled with the Telingani masala I had
pushed into his pishab-chedh earlier, and then shot deep into my insides. Hence, his Thook was
much more acidic, unbelievably more pungent, than Kangala's had been. As the masala-laden
Thook shot into my stomach, it covered all of my injured insides. I felt like my belly would
burst open from the pain.

 That Telinga Badmash then stayed plugged in into my backside for some more time, to keep the 
pungent fluids inside me and increase my pain. I could not have dreamed that something so evil 
could be done to a person. 

 "Now look, dhis is de best part," Yerukala told Kangala. "I am keeping my Shudra Linga inside
to plug his Gaand close, so dhat no liquid escapes. Now what will happen is dhat the garm
(spicy) Telingana Masala and my salty Shudra Thook will slowly go into his body. Just wait and 
see, his whole lower body will burn now."

 As Yerukala spoke these words, I could in fact feel the very process start to take place.  In
total alarm, I could actually feel the acidic Thook (sperm), spicy Masala and Salty Sweat
mixture gradually seep into my anal skin. Just as Yerukala had said, that pain-causing mixture
then gradually diffuse throughout my entire genital region as my body gradually absorbed the
potent liquid. And as this process continued, I felt like my entire groin region was slowly
becoming more and more on fire. 

 Unlike the severe localized pain I had experienced earlier when I had been sodomized, this
pain was far deeper, far more widespread and far more excruciating.

 As the pain continued to increase, I tried to shout out aloud again. But my teeth could only 
bite into Yerukala's underwear, and my cries were muffled. At the same time, my body started 
to involuntarily spasm wildly in uncontrolled motions. I felt Yerukala's strong Dravidian 
hands hold me, for he was still embedded inside my anus.

 "See the way this Haramzada is jumping about !" observed Yerukala. "My Telingana Masala has
gone inside this Haramzada's body! Now he must be hurting like a full Oolloo !"

 Kangala watched me in amazement.

 "I never seen anybody jump like a diwana (crazy person) like dhat !" he said.

 For a while I spasmed uncontrollably in pain, till at last I also got used to this new and 
most severe pain. As my body finally calmed down, Yerukala dismounted from me. When he pulled 
his Dravidian Lund from my Koon, it made a loud popping noise.

 Yerukala then ordered Kangala to hold me. He grabbed me around my waist and held me. Then I
felt Yerukala start to rub my shrunken genitals. I did not realize why until I felt the
burning sensation and I knew he was rubbing that burning spicy Telingana masala onto my
external genitals. 

 "Let us see if this garm Telingana masala makes this Gora Gandoo's genitals bigger or not!" 
exclaimed the heartless Dravidian warrior as he massaged the masala into my testicles and onto
my penis.

 I also felt him cruelly push some masala onto my pishab-chedh (piss-slit), so that it seeped
into the interior of my Gora Lund (fair penis), causing me even more pain. I spasmed again
wildly, but Kangala held me tightly, preventing much movement. Finally, I felt him push some
more masala into my violated Koon (anus) again. This caused another bout of pain in my anal
passage. And then, to top it off, he pressed my mouth open with two fingers shoved into my
cheeks, and then shoved another bunch of masala into my mouth.

 Only then did Yerukala tell Kangala to release me. At that I fell onto the floor, my 
genitals and my mouth burning. I grasped my throat and howled.

 For a while, they enjoyed my pain as I thrashed about on the floor, not knowing which pained
more, my groin or my throat. 

 "You want water ?" Yerukala asked, again with a sly smile on his face.

 The pain was too unbearable. "Yes. Water, please ... " I hissed.

 At that Yerukala came forward and ordered me to open my mouth. I immediately knew what he 
wanted to do, and I pulled away. He laughed and told Kangala to hold me tight. Kangala came 
and sat with me on the floor, wrapping his arms and legs around me. Then with both hands he 
held my face up and opened my mouth.

 "You want water, you Gora Gandoo ? Here is the only water you worth drinking," he hissed. He
positioned the tip of his soft, heavy Dravidian organ in front of my mouth.

 With that he started to urinate into my mouth.

 "Better drink it all up, Safedoo (whitey)! You spill any of my holy nectar, I will beat you 
to a kofta (meat-ball) !" he snapped. 

 Knowing that he would definitely carry out any threat, I stopped moving and aimed to take all
of his urine into my mouth. The salty pungent urine burned the insides of my mouth, but I
suppressed the pain and held my mouth open, accepting as much of his steaming Dravidian
decocation as possible.

 When my mouth was full, he stopped his stream and told me to drink it all. I did as he told 
and then opened my mouth again.

 Each time he filled my mouth to the brim, he stopped his stream of pishab (piss) and let me
drink it up.

 After this, they made me clean their big Kala Shudra Lunds. Now I can tell that, after they 
had sodomized me, the taste of their Lingas was definitely different. It was clearly spicy and 
pungent, and I thought it must have been the oils of my own anus which so modified the smell 
of their manly parts.

 Then Yerukala smiled, and ordered me to get dressed and start walking home. Thanking Allah
that my ordeal had come to an end, I put on my pyjamas and tried to walk. I immediately found
that, because of the pain in my Nabur (buttocks), I could not walk properly and had to shuffle
along.

 When they realized I could not even walk properly, they laughed loudly.

 "That Gora Gandoo can't even walk properly !" exclaimed Kangala.

 "The fun part is hearing what excuse he will give to his Madar (mother) when he gets 
home ?" replied Yerukala in a cool, experienced voice.

 Slowly, I started walking back to my mahal (home). Because my Koon (anus) hurt so badly, I
had problems walking all the way. It felt like somebody had pushed a big burning danda (stick)
into my Koon (anus). But I wanted to leave that hellish place as soon as possible, and, 
despite the pain, somehow managed to leave.

 At the Chowk, I saw Hashim in the darkness. He had waited all that while for me to come back. 
At any other time, I would have been happy to see him. But not at that time. Ashamed, I wanted
to avoid him, and tried to shuffle to the side of the road. But I could not walk fast enough,
because of the pain in my backside, and soon he caught up with me.

 "Qasim !" he said as he jumped in front of me. "Stop !"

 This time, it was my face which was downcast as I stood in front of him, and it was I who was
avoiding his gaze as I looked at the floor. It was so strange - in the morning, it had been 
the reverse.

 "Qasim, look at me !" he said in a comforting voice. Slowly, I summoned my courage and I
looked him in the face. I could see a kind look of sympathy, his eyes trying to lessen my
depression. I just stood there, trembling in front of him. He put his arms aound me and pulled
me close. 

 "How are you, Qasim ?" he asked softly as he embraced me. My manhood broken, I started
sobbing into the sherwani on his chest, but could not summon the courage to answer his
question. 

 "Qasim, is everything fine ?" he asked softly again, holding me tight in his arms. Overcome 
with grief, I continued sobbing.

 "Chalo (come), Qasim. I know how you feel," he whispered. As tears streamed from my eyes onto
his chest, I wondered if he knew what had happened. Did they tell him what they would do to
me? I wondered.

 "Chalo, Qasim. It is always bad the first time," he softly murmured. So that was it.  It had
happened to him too. I could hear it in his voice, the same feeling that I had.  He knew
exactly what they had done to me, because he himself had this ritual performed on him long
back. He sounded resigned, helpless, even weak. And his acceptance of his own fate long back
somehow helped me to accept my own fate.

 At once I felt a certain bond with him. 

 "Hashim, they were so mean, so ... so cruel, so ..., so ... heartless," I sobbed into his
chest.

 "I know. Those Kala Shudra Goondas (black Shudra goons) are real Badmashes (bad men)," he 
replied calmly. "Real Haramzadas (bastards)."

 "Such bad Haramzadas ... " I sobbed uncontrollably into his chest. "Such cruel badmashes ... 
such ... such ... "

 "Chalo, tell me. Aren't you fine ?" he asked.

 "No," I replied.

 "What is wrong ?"

 "My Koonee (anus) hurts real bad," I finally told him.

 I felt him stiffen, and I knew he had experienced the same feeling. He held me close,
comforting me like a Bacha (child). But I was not a bacha any more, and because of what those
Shudra Goondas had done to me I knew that I would never, ever be an Aadmi (man). 

 "Chalo, it must be feeling better now. Can't hurt too bad for too long," he said, trying to 
comfort me.

 "Hashim, they put masala into my Koon (anus)," I whispered in shame.

 At this I felt him stiffen again. This time he took a bit longer to loosen up. Then, after a
pause, he slowly said, "That was really .... mean. Then the pain won't go away quickly."

 I cried even more into his chest.

 "Usually they do that after they have broken you in a few times," he told me calmly. I knew
then that he had definitely experienced the same feeling.

 "You did not have any chance against them. There was nothing you could do," he whispered. 
"They are just different. They are ...  naturally tougher. Those Shudras are ... so ... so ... 
so much stronger than us." 

 There was a sound of intense admiration, even deep-rooted jealousy in his voice. But I could 
sense he was holding something back, and knew something which I did not know. I needed to know 
it then.

 "But why, Hashim ?" I asked in despair. "Why do they have to get such perfect bodies ?"

 "They were the labourer caste for many hazar (thousands) years," he replied. "Their bones
have become thicker and tougher than ours. Their muscles are inherently bigger and better. 
Those Dravidians have become ... naturally stronger."

 "And their ... their ... Why are they so ... so ... ," I whispered. " ...  big down there.
When they are soft, they are bigger than us when we are hard."

 I could feel him stiffen again, as if I had touched upon a raw nerve, or had re-opened an 
ancient wound. But he remained silent. I had to push more to find out more.

 "I think that was one of the worst parts, finding that those Kalloo Shudras have Lunds that
when soft are bigger than ours become when hard," I continued. "We don't stand a chance
against such big Lunds. I had heard some of our Gori Mohalla Londis (fair neighbourhood 
girls) talk about the larger size of their Lunds, but they are ... two times ..., yes, ... 
three times our size when hard."

 After a pause, he replied. "Yes, I know. It always feels like that the first time you see
their ... their .... things," he whispered, as if sharing some deep secret. I could sense that
he was again hiding something.

 "But why do they have that gift ? Why the Creator gave them that Love-weapon ?" I asked
again.

 I felt him hold his breath. Then he slowly started, "Our ancestors came from the cold Aryan
lands in the north. So we developed features adapted to the cold climates, to conserve heat
and be able to live in the icy lands up north. We got our regular facial features, our slim,
narrow noses, and above all, our prized fair skin. But we also had ... our ... our Lunds
shrivel up and become smaller."

 That made sense to me. For a while, we stood there, embracing each other like brothers.

 "Did they do it to you too ?" I asked him after a long pause. 

 "Yes," he whispered. "Many times."

 There was a pause.

 "I have been doing what you did today for so many months now," he replied slowly.  "Those
Shudras broke me and made me a Koon long back."

 "But this ritual, where one of those Shudras becomes a real man, by sodomizing a Safedoo, 
that was not my first time," he told me. "That is why it was easier for me when Yerukala 
initiated one of his dosts with me."

 "How did it happen the first time ?" I asked. "Was Yerukala the first Shudra to break you
in?"

 "Oh, how I wish Yerukala had been my first !" he replied. "No! By the time Yerukala initiated
his dosts with me, I had already been made a Koonee (faggot). My first time was far worse,
like a veritable nightmare. In my case it was my nasty Bubu (sister) who broke me in," he said
and then paused, as if engrossed in deep thought.

 "I will never forget that fateful day. Our parents were away. At night, my Bajee (older
sister) went out to the bazaar. When she returned, she brought home one of the Kala Goondas
from the Shudra Mohalla. She took him to her bistar (bed) that night," he whisphered and 
paused again.

 "The next morning ... the next morning, she had her Shudra Yar (Shudra lover) beat me to a
kofta (meat-ball) and break me in real good. Then she made him sodomize me, turning me into a
a Koonee so that I would not tell our parents that she had a secret Kala Yar (black lover),"
he said in an unsteady voice.  

 "That Badmash (bad man) made me a chusak (sucker) and Koonee (catamite), and called me names
... Safedoo (whitey) ... Chota Lund Gora Londa (short dick white boy) ... Haramzada (bastard)
... Koonee (butt-boy) .. Gandoo (faggot). She even made him compare his big Kala Shudra Lund
to my own short Safed Zubb (white penis), just to prove to me how much smaller us Gora Londas
(fair boys) are compared to those Shudra Bulls. But the worst part was that she kicked me in
my Andas (testicles) afterwards, just to break me in really good. And by Allah, she did a real
good job of that. Ever since that day, I do not feel like an Aadmi (man), not even a Bacha
(boy). I feel like ... like ... like I am half a girl," he said.

 This time I could feel him becoming shaken at the recollection. I realized that his first
time was far worse than my first time. At least I had not been beaten to a kofta. And I had
not been made a Gandoo in front of one of our own Londis (girls). Somehow, this made me feel
better. It was my turn to hold him tightly as he shuddered in horror.

 "I feel so weak, scared in front of those Shudra Goondas," he whispered. "They are so mean. 
And I can never stop thinking about their magificent, superior, Kala Shudra Lunds (black 
Shudra penises), which are so much bigger and better than ours."

 "But then, after some time, you become used to it," he continued. "And then, you begin to 
like it." 
 
 I was surprised at his turn.

 "Yes, you begin to like it, because you accept your new life. You simply accept that they are
physically stronger, you accept that their Lunds are so much bigger and better. And then you
accept that our Gori Londis (white girls) naturally prefer them to us, and that we are all
destined to be Koonees (faggots), and then all the tension disappears. Everything becomes
natural. When you totally submit to those Shudra Goondas, then you obtain a feelling of
transcendental realization," he explained. 

 "Then you simply enjoy watching one of our pretty Safedi Aryani Londis (white Aryan girls)
mate with one of those big Kala Shudra Goondas, and you know that you are not good enough for
her and she deserves a real Admi (man). You come to love watching a Gori Londi wrap her fair
delicate feet around a muscular Dravidian warrior. You don't like watching one of us useless
Safedoos mate with one of our own Goris, you want to see her with the best men, and those are
Shudra Kalas. A Chota Safed Zubb (small white penis) going into a Gori Fuddi (white vagina)
then appears unnatural to you, a total perversion of the laws of nature. A Maha Kala Shudra
Lund (big black Shudra penis) going into a Safed Choot (white cunt) only appears natural and
pleasant, the best and most delicate of women mating with the most masculine of men. Then you
enjoy worshipping a Shudra Goonda's superior big Kala Linga (black penis), you relish tasting
the musky sweat off of it, you cherish licking his big abnusi (ebony) shaft, and you thank
your Dravidian God for letting you worship him. That is when you become a Shudra-Parast
(Shudra-worshipper)," he continued.

  Suddenly everthing seemed natural. The day's events no longer appeared painful or unnatural,
but seemed to be the complete fulfillment of my own pre-ordained destiny. It was clear that I
had hit the bottom of my life earlier. Now was time for the rebound. I felt my spirits elevate
as the day's events suddenly became completely natural.

 "You know, Hashim, ... " My heart was beating wildly. I needed to tell him.  But I had to
force the words out. "You know, ... " He looked at me closely. "Somehow, I liked chusoing
(sucking) on Yerukala's big Kala Shudra Zubb, too."

 He took a deep breath. "What is he like ?" he asked softly. 

 "He is very big down there. Very long, Hashim." This seemed so strange. Talking like this to
your good dost. About other boys - what their bodies were like. "His body is all muscles. Like
a Malabari wrestler."

 "He is a Telingani," he said. "A Telingani warrior."

 "Yes, that is right," I replied.

 "Kangal is like that too," he said. 

 "I know. I saw him today. He made me a Koon. I could not believe how big his Zubb was."

 "All those Shudras are like that. Believe me," he said. 

 Soon, it was sun-set. 


 "Come, after they used masala, you won't be able to walk home," said Hashim. With that, he 
let me lean on his shoulder and then helped take me home.

 At the front darwaza, I asked Hashim to leave as I did not want him to be there when my Madar 
(mother) saw me. Using the heavy iron knocker I knocked and waited. When my Madar opened the 
darwaza and saw my tear-coated face, she was shocked. And as I hobbled inside, she shrieked 
out in horror, seeing that I was unable to walk properly.

 "What happened, my Bacha (child) ?" she asked.

 I remembered that Yerukala and Kangala had laughed when they wondered what I would tell at
home. And I did not know what to say, so I quickly hobbled to my room as best I could.

 Meanwhile, my Madar had created a commotion. My Papa had returned from work by that time, and 
she went to call him. Both of my irate parents entered my room.

 "What happened ?" my Papa asked.

 "I was bullied and beaten," I replied slowly.

 "Tell me who did it ?" he asked again. "By Allah, I will see that Haramzada !"

 I tried to avoid answering the question, but he repeated it again.

 "Bacha (child), if you don't tell us who did it, how can we help you ?" my Madar pleaded.

 I could not avoid my Madar.

 "It was those big Kala Shudra Goondas (big black Shudra goons)," I replied, my voice shaking.

 That very mention of the word "Shudra" was enough to intimidate my Papa. All of his bravado
suddenly disappeared, all his vengefulness instantly evaporated, and his boastful words were
immediately forgotten. That very word "Shudra" was itself too horrible to mention. I might as
well have said that I had been beaten by Iblis (Satan) himself. As if something had suddenly
bitten his Zaban (tongue), he suddenly turned silent. With a stony face, he turned away from
us and quietly walked out of my room.  My Madar looked at him with a gaze of hopelessness as
he left, and then looked at me. With a knowing look of helpless sympathy on her face, she also
turned and then left the room.

 My Koon hurt for a few more days after that. From then on, Kangal and Yerukala used me on a
regular basis.

 That was the summer that was most instrumental in my formation, and central to my own
development. That was the summer when I learned who I was. I have no doubt that over time, our
race will turn darker, yielding to the pressure of longer, harder Zubbs and Thukm that is far
more potent.  Even though I married some time later, and have one child, I have never stopped
wanting Shudra men. And they were absolutely right: I can never forget those days when those
Kala Shudra Goondas used me and feminized me. And I have noticed that my lovely Bibi seems to
glance at those Shudras every now and then. When she closes her eyes when I bokk (mate) with
her, I think she is dreaming about muscular Shudra men instead of me, and this unnerves me.
But I cannot know for sure. I am very worried that she might have heard all those rumours of
Shudra penis size, because then she would surely want to mate with a Shudra man. But I
definitely think about those Shudra Goondas when I am with her, and how they used me. 

 Whenever I think of sex, an image of the enormous Kala Nara (black bull-penis) of a Shudra
Goonda enters my mind. And often, it is the Lund of Yerukala or Kangala. The curse of Yerukala
and Kangala stays with me.

The End