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Please read these before | | proceeding below. | |_____________________________________________| ---------------------------------------------------- | No Copyright: I, the creator of this work, hereby | | release it into the public domain. This applies | | worldwide. Further, I grant any entity the right | | to use this work for any purpose, without any | | conditions. Distribute Freely. | |___________________________________________________| Punishment at the Bazaar Aramkhana (Toilet) Author: Meerza Qadir Qasim Gangastani "Gora Gandoo" (Fair Faggot) One day I had to answer a call of nature while buying sweets at the bazaar. Entering the toilet, I found quite a few persons, and was lucky to find one of the stalls empty. As I walked towards the stall, I saw a fearsome and massively built Kala Shudra Goonda looking at me. Frightened, I quickly entered the stall and closed the door. I stood in front of the kursi and started to relieve myself. Hardly had I finished when I heard loud banging at my door. A very deep and masculine voice ordered me to get out and asked what I was doing for so long. It sounded very much like a Shudra man, and it seemed to belong to the frightening Shudra Goonda. At first I tried to ignore it, but it only became louder and louder. Scared, I opened the door and lo! The Shudra Goonda pushed himself into my stall, pushing me further inside. "You Haramzada! Why you taking so long ?" he asked gruffly. "I .. I had only come in," I stammered. "Liar! I saw you, you Haramzada! You took too long in here ! What you doing ?" he asked. "I did nothing. Nothing, nothing," I said weakly. This angered him only more. Grimacing and looking like a wild Dravidian bull, he hit me hard across my face. I fell back onto the kursi under the powerful impact of his blow. "I waited so long and you block my stall so long!" he barked. "Sorry, sorry,..." I stammered back, reeling under the pain. "Please don't beat me." "Sala! Now you took so long, so now you get punished. Because you keep me waiting so long, now you habb to drink my pishab, you Haramzada !" he barked. Shocked, I looked at him. "Please, don't make me do that dirty thing," I begged. "You sit on that kursi so long, today I make you my kursi !" he said. "Now, open my lungi and aim my Lund at your Qoonee mouth!" Meekly I opened his lungi. When I pulled it off, I froze in shock at what I saw. There, hanging between his muscular Dravidian legs, was the longest and thickest masculine organ I had ever seen. The black Shudra behemoth hung half-way down his legs and looked more like the penis of a bull or buffalo than a man. Even in its quiescent state it was more than twice as large as my own pink Aryan Zubb when at its full four angosht (inch) erection. For ever after that fateful day, I have always had an immense penis size inferiority complex with regard to Shudra men. "What happen, Safedoo? Your Lund much smaller than mine ? This why yoor Safedi Aryani Bibis love us Shudra mans," he guffawed. I felt so inferior to him, and whatever little manhood I had left then slipped away. "Now, hold my Zubb and drink my Pishab." With hesitation I slowly lifted his heavy Shudra penis and aimed it at my open mouth. "Now, don't miss a drop, Safedoo! You miss a drop, I beat you to kofta," he said. Then I felt the powerful stream of his salty pishab (piss) stream into my mouth. Keeping my mouth open, I quickly gulped down all that I could. Finally, he had emptied his bladder into my mouth, and I had succeeded in drinking all of it without spilling any. Finally, he was done. The last few drops of his pungent Shudra pishab dropped from his low-hanging black penis into my fair mouth. I thought I was done, and closed my mouth. "Now, clean my big Haramzada Shudra Nara (bastard Shudra penis)," he ordered. I was shocked. Drinking his pishab was bad enough, but actually licking his penis was revolting to me. "Clean it now!" he barked. This time I did not hold back. Slowly moving forward, I licked my Zaban (tongue) across the long pishab-slit at the tip of his big Kala Shudra Lund. His pishab-hole was so big and long I swear to Allah I could have pushed a whole rupee coin into it. Finally, I was done cleaning his pishab-slit. I hoped he would let me go. "Please let me go," I begged. "Safedoo, you not clean my Zubb good enough. You use your Zaban. You must use yoor Gandoo lips," he ordered. Meekly I used my lips to kiss and chuso his Kinaaf (glans). I felt his heavy Kala Lund grow and grow, till it was finally fully erect, a full astonishing one foot in length. Then I let go of his Zubb and looked up at him, hopeful he would let me go. "Good Safedoo. Now turn around," he ordered. My heart froze in horror. "Huzoor, please let me go. I drank your pishab (piss), Huzoor," I whined. "Safed Haramzada! Turn around and bend forward," he ordered gruffly. Intimidated and more scared than ever, I stood up from the kursi, turned around and then bent over. I felt him open my shalwar strings and then pull down my pyjamas. Then I heard him spit on his hands and then felt him rub it on my Qoon (anus). I tensed as I felt his big Kala Shudra Nara at the entrance of my pink and delicate Qoon. I clenched my teeth when I felt his big Kala Dravidian Lund go into my pink Aryan Qoon. Then he bokked me hard, and I felt like I was being split in half. Finally, he climaxed, and shot his thick Thook deep into my Qoon. When he finally let me go after that, he had made me into a Lund-choos (cock-sucker) and a Qoonee (catamite). I have never really felt like a full man after that fateful day. The End