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Hence, I had become a regular visitor to these types of mehfils (parties) well before the new rules of Khaleefa Aurangzeb, and all my dosts were devotees of the mujra and the belly-dance. One night, as I was accustomed to do for so long, I had attended a mehfil with my dosts (friends). Many mujra-walis (dancers) performed different exquisite types of dance that day. I was very impressed with the mujra of one Punjabi dancer named Mehnaz, and had accosted her after her performance. She was interested in me, and to my utmost delight she agreed that she would let me insert my Zubb (penis) into her Fuddi later that night. However, it was in the evening - Allah curse the time the Sun rose on that day ! - we were suddenly caught by Khaleefa Aurangzeb's Rajput Havaldars (police-men). Before we could escape, we had all been arrested. The Rajput Havaldars took us all to different Thanas (jails). I was taken to the nearest Thana (jail), a heavily fortified prison from where nobody had ever escaped. For some time I stayed in my own cell, a small room, brooding over my sad fate and feeling miserable for myself. However, I did not have to wait for too long. Before the Sun had set, the Thanedar (jail in-charge) came to my cell. Now, the friendly Havaldars who had arrested us were Rajput. These had been friendly, even jovial, men, of the same Aryan descent as us, and who traced their lineage to the hoary lands of Persia and Kurdistan in Iran. However, this Thanedar was a large and extremely muscular Kala Shudra (black Shudra) man. He was the race of men whom the ancient Pagan Greeks called "Occidental Aethiopes", whom the Nizams called "Kala Piyadas" (Black Foot-soldiers), whom the Catholic Portuguese invaders called "Nigros Malabaros" and whom the Protestant British drug-smugglers denominated "Malabar Negroes" and "Negro-Dravidians". I was frightened the instant I saw him standing outside my cell. I knew the moment he stood there that this Shudra Bull had not come just for some mazaa (fun) or merely to pass some time. Abashed and intimidated, I looked down at the floor, not daring to look him in the face, as that would have indicated disrespect. With my eyes cast downwards in this manner, I prayed that he would simply walk past and leave me alone. My heart almost stopped as I heard him open my darwaza (door). I felt like melting when I heard his footsteps enter my cell. Slowly he put his huge black abnusi (ebony) hand under my chin and gradually raised my fair head. I shuddered as I looked at his scary Kala Shudra (black Sudra) face, with his terrifying shaven black head, his full slobbering bull-like lips and his broad Dravidian nose with a very thick nasal base. In his total, superhuman appearance he looked like a Dravidian God rather than a mere mortal. That frightening Kala Shudra Thanedar (black Sudra jail warden) was so totally intimidating, so absolutely awe-inspiring, so unashamedly merciless, that he looked like an incarnation of the legendary Dravidian Emperior Ravana of Lanka himself. Right then, I felt as if I had been taken a prisoner in the hoary Demon-King Ravana's castle instead of my Mohalla Thana (neighbourhood jail). I swear to Allah, I had never been so intimidated in my entire life. "Beoble (People) call me Thanedar Sahib. Yoo Safed Haramzada (white bastard) will call me Kala Shudra Huzoor (Black Sudra Master), Shudra Huzoor or just Huzoor (master)" he said, his aggressive voice full of raw anger. "I am Qasim," I said, my throat almost croaking in fright. "I call you waad I want. You bedder show me propa respect, or I make you say your Bismillahs (prayers). You are my Gora Ghulam (fair slave) here, yoo understand?" he threatened. Wanting to stay alive, I nodded. "Gora Haramzada! White bastard! Say you are fine widd dhis." He tapped my chin. "Yes, Shudra Huzoor (Sudra Master)," I replied submissively. "Good Gora Londa (white boy)," he said. "You be my good Safed Ghulam (white slave)." Standing upright, he then started to open the buttons on his shirt. When he pulled if off, I almost gasped in shock, overawed by his masculinity. In total disbelief I stared at his strong black Shudra torso, for I had never seen such a perfect specimen of manliness in my entire life. His immense, thick Kala (black) buffalo-like shoulders were as broad as the darwaza entrance, an incredible four feet wide. His bulging abnusi (ebony) chest was enormous and massive, built like a Dravidian Malabari wrestler. It tapered down to a narrow waist and tight abdomens. His taut stomach was totally flat, and composed of severeal horizontal black ridges of pure, hard Dravidian muscle. This entire frame of absolutely imposing and totally intimidating Dravidian mass of completely black muscle was totally covered with oily perspiration, which lent a shiny nature to his body and rendered it extremely threatening and fierce. The strong smell of the sweat and oils of his Shudra muscle-body filled my nostrils, and rendered me even more intimidated and submissive. What a dominant and powerful Shudra Thanedar he was. Then he moved closer to me and started to open the buttons on his khaki shorts. When he pulled off these khaki shorts I received another shock of my life. For there hung the most gigantic, the absolutely largest and totally best set of male genitals I had ever seen. His incredibly huge and unbelievably thick, sweaty Kala (black) Shudra Lund (penis) hung almost half-way down to his knees. Even though it was still soft, it was already twice as large as my own diminutive fair Aryan Soo-soo (pisser) was when fully erect. At best, my puny pink Aryan love-tool numbered six anguliyya (4.5 inches) at full erection, but that was still much thinner than, and half as long as, the quiescent Dravidian behemoth that Shudra Thanedar had hanging between his strong legs. Its massive Topi (glans) was covered by a long and thick Kaffir foreskin. This gigantic Orat-pleaser (Woman-pleaser) dangled over two very heavy, low-hanging, apple-sized Dravidian Khags (testicles), each of which dwarfed both of my own small, nut-sized pink Aryan balls. There, staring in astonished disbelief at a dimensionally far superior set of Kala (Black) Dravidian male genitals, I felt my own much smaller, dwarfed Gora (fair) Aryan genitals rapidly deflate and quickly contract inside my pyjamas. My defeated, soft pink Aryan Zubb (penis) shrank back into its shaft, while my humbled nut-like Aryan Khags (testicles) retracted back into my red nut-sack, as my scared scrotum in turn rapidly tightened up towards my effeminate Sahibi (gentlemanly) body. At the same time, I felt my anal muscles tighten, closing my rectum, as if in some kind of primordial fear of anal rape. At that point of time, I truly realized what the meaning of the word "Inferior" meant, for right then, my entire existence, my entire mental make-up, was totally suffused with deep, intense feelings of abject, base inferiority. I did not feel like an Admi (man) at all, and in fact felt rather effeminate in front of his unbelievably perfect Shudra genitals. Yet, it soon dawned upon me that being sodomized was a very distinct possibility. Soon, I thought it best to appease him and offer myself voluntarily to avoid any kind of harm and reduce possible future retaliation. Hence, I meekly asked, "Huzoor, shall I also undress ?" "No," he said. "I don't want to know waat your puny Gora Gandoo (fair faggot) body looks like now. And I don't want to see your Chota Safed Gandoo Lund (short white faggot cock). Makes me sick seeing how Chota (small) you Safedoos (whiteys) are down dhere. You just need to know that it is mine and I will use it any way I waant," he replied. With that he raised me to my feet and then did something which surprised me. He pressed his thick manly Dravidian mouth against my effeminate Aryan lips and kissed me deeply. I felt his rough, probing Dravidian Zaban invade and then explore the inside of my fair mouth. After he tasted me, he then pushed me back down on the divan. With that, the dominant Shudra Thanedar turned around and bent forward, thereby thrusting his hard and muscly Kala Nabur (black buttocks) into my pale face. Like the rest of his Shudra muscle-body, his bulging Dravidian Maqad (buttocks) was very muscular and deep-black in colour. Covered with a thin layer of sweat, it appeared as if it had been carved out of Malabar teak-wood. I did not have much time to study it when he ordered, "Smell it !" By that time I had totally accepted that any form of resistance to this divine Dravidian God would be totally futile, and had decided to submit to any depraved wish, any lewd whim, and any illicit desire of this physically superior Shudra Thanedar. Hence, I spread his two sweaty black Dravidian Gumbad (buttock) cheeks and peered into his musky Jufta (anal crack), that large cleft between his marvellous Shudra globes of posterior flesh. My slim and narrow Aryan nose easily slid between his two heft Dravidian pieces of Popo (buttock) meat, as if they were destined to perform this act of submission. Then I humbly placed my face between the two globes, so that my nose rested firmly inside his Jufta. There, I inhaled deeply of his manly Dravidian essence. It was very warm, and the aroma of his Shudra anal crack was heavy and musky. "How it smells, Gora Gandoo (fair faggot) ?" he asked me roughly. "Huzoor, it smells very nice !" I replied, my thin nose still between his taut Dravidian buttocks. "Yoo Gora Gandoo should be happy dhat I let you smell it," he said. "Thank you for letting me smell it, my Shudra Huzoor (Shudra Master)," I replied in abject submission. "Yes," he smiled. "You are learning, Gora Gandoo. Now enjoy my smell for some more time." With that, I took several more inhalations of his manly aroma, just as he hard ordered. Then he stood upright, moving forward, away from my face. "Now take off your clothes," he suddenly commanded. "I want to laugh at your weak Gora Londa (fair boy) body." For a moment I hesitated, for I was ashamed of showing my manifestly inferior, and, in fact, rather effeminate, fair and weak Sahibi (gentlemanly) Aryan frame. It totally paled in comparison to his definitely superior, masculine, black Dravidian muscle-body, and I was painfully conscious of my clear inferiority. But by then I was already bereft of any feelings of manliness to even offer token objections. So I quickly stood up and pulled off my sherwani, exposing my indolent upper body to his view. He grinned when he saw how Londi-like (girl-like) my chest and arms looked. For a while, I again hesitated, for I was extremely conscious that my fair Aryan genitals had shrunk down to a pathetic size previously. But then I did pull down my pyjamas. Then I stood nangoo (naked), just as the day I was born, in front of that Shudra Thanedar. The Shudra Thanedar glanced down between my legs and then started laughing loudly. Ashamed, I also glanced down at my puny pink genitals, and then realized that my Shudra Huzoor's contempt for my parts was totally justified. For my pathetic pale Aryan private parts had shrivelled down to the ridiculously tiny size of three grapes, with my useless Chota Gora Lund (small fair penis) and each of my pathetic testicles having diminished to the size of a white kajoo (cashew-nut) each. "Solla (arse-hole)! I always am surprised how Chota (small) you Safedoos (whiteys) are between your legs! No wonder your lovely Goris (fair women) love us Kala Shudras (black Shudras) so much !" he said. Trying to further ingratiate myself with the Shudra Thanedar, I decided to go for some more self-deprecating flattery. "Yes, you are right, my Dear Shudra Huzoor! Our Aryan Orats (women) and Londis (girls) definitely don't like us Safedoo (whitey) Aryan Londas (boys) and our Chota Gora Lunds (short fair penises). They know that our Chota Lunds (small pricks) are mere Doodools (boy-pricks) and that only you big Kala Shudra Admis (men) have big Lingas (phalluses)," I said in a totally self-effacing manner. "Our Aryan girls definitely prefer you Kala Shudras and we only have a chance if none of you big Kalas (blacks) are there for them !" And as I told him about our fair Aryan females preferring Shudra Kalas (blacks) like him, my mind went back to that distant Bubu (sister) of mine, who had run away from our mohalla to marry a Kala Shudra Goonda (black Shudra goon) from the Dravidian Mohalla. "Ha, you are well trained," he replied in pleasure as he grinned. "Oh Shudra Huzoor, that is why us Musulman (Muslim) Aryans don't have any caste system like those Pandoos (Brahmins) ! Our Orats (women) and Bibis (wives) love your Maha Kala Shudra Naras (big black Shudra bull-penises) too much ! Our garm Musulmanis (Muslim women) always need your Kala Shudra Lunds (black Shudra penises) in their garm (hot) Islami Fuddis (Islamic vaginas) ! And us Goras are all Gandoos and love to chuso on your Dravidian Lingas," I said. He laughed out loudly at this and then studied my fair and effeminate Aryan body. "I know a Gora Gandoo like you would love to chuso (suck) and do pooja (prayer) on my big Kala Shudra Linga !" he said. "Yes, Huzoor, I would love to do that," I replied immediately, in order to keep him happy. I had however, never ever sucked any man, or done any such thing. "But I let you do Pooja on my Shudra-Linga only after you chuso my Gaand (arse)," he said. "So, open your Gandoo mouth and put your Gandoo lips around my Qoon. Show me what your Babar Padshah taught you." With that, he turned around again, and pushed his Maqad in my face as he bent forward. "Oh Shudra Huzoor, thank you for letting me worship your superior Maqad (buttocks)," I replied. This time, he bent forward more than last time, so that his sweaty black Dravidian Guna (buttock) cheeks spread apart, opening his deep Jufta (anal cleft) and his puckered Koonee (anus) to view. As this was my first time, I was feeling somewhat dirty about performing such a degrading act. So instead of commencing with his Jufta (anal crack), I started to chato (lick) his Gumbad cheeks (buttock cheeks) with my Zaban (tongue). But it seems he knew what I was doing, and then ordered me roughly, "Chalo! Come! You Gora Gandoo (fair faggot)! Push your Zaban into my Jufta (anal crack)! Then lick up-down and up-down." Left without any choice, I then pressed apart his taut black Gut (buttock) cheeks and stuck my face into his musky and sweaty Jufta. Moving my face up and down, I pressed my Zaban against his Jufta, so that I cleaned up his sweaty buttock-oils from his cleft. These had a mixed strong, sweaty, pungent and musky fragrance. Yet, I somwhow avoided his Faqhat (anus) itself. For, this being the first time, I considered the anal hole itself too dirty to warrant me cleaning it. But he again seems to have noticed, and I was not at that time aware that the dominant male considers stimulation of the anus iteself one of the most pleasurable aspects of Koon-Bosi (arse-kissing). "What you Musulman Gora Gandoos (Muslim fair faggots) calling that Gand hole ?" he asked. "Huzoor, we call it the Faqhat (orifice of anus)," I replied. "Yes, my Faqhat. I learned that from the last Musulman I made into a Gandoo. Now chuso my Faqhat," he ordered. So I then shifted my focus to his actual anal orifice. Carefully, I licked at his hard hole, flicking my Zaban across his rough entrance. I immediately discovered that his Faqhat (anus) had a much stronger taste as compared to his Jufta. It was rancid, almost acidic to the Zaban (tongue), and the musky aroma here was much stronger than that in other regions of his Gut (arse). "Good Gandoo," he said. "Clean my Faqhat like the gandoo you are." "You Bachas of Babar (Sons of Babar) are solla (arse-hole) good at chusoing a Gand (arse)," he said as my Zaban circled his sweaty puckered anus. He enjoyed me performing this degrading act on him. "Now put your Zaban up inside my Koon (anus). Get is nice and relaxed, Gora Gandoo," he said after a while. Without any choice, I pushed my Zaban into his Koon (anus). This big Shudra man had a big Qoon (anus), for my Zaban easily went inside. Inside the warm and moist interior, and I tasted his pungent Nishin (rectum skin). After chusoing the insides for a while, I could feel his sphincter ease. "Don't you pray to Allah you could go up in there, like a worm ?" he asked, but my face was buried in his buttocks, so I could not reply. He pushed his buttocks against my face when I did not answer. Alarmed, I pulled away. "Yes, Huzoor !" I replied quickly, trying to soothe any raw nerves. "I really pray to Allah that I was a worm and that I could go up your Kala Koon (black anus)." "Good, then continue," he barked. So I resumed my work, using my Zaban to clean his Koon (anus). After a while, he then said, "Now, I know Gora Gandoos like you prefer to drink pishab (piss) than sherbet (fruit-juice)." He was too big to disagree with about anything. "Yes, Huzoor," I said. "That is definitely true." "And I know a Gora Gandoo like you would rather eat Goo (shit) than Gulab-Jamun or Jalebi (sweets)!" he asked again. "Yes, Huzoor," I said. "Good, then get ready," he barked. I shuddered when I realized what he was planning to do. "Eat it all, you Gora Gandoo! Or you be saying your Bismillahs soon," he said. A moment later I felt his first hard log of goo (ordure) start to descend in his Koon (anus). Eager not to lose any of it, I pressed my mouth in a round circular shape firmly against his musky Faqhat (anal orifice). His steaming log of absolutely acidic, pungent goo slipped into my mouth. I had to become accustomed to the incredibly evil taste, lest I be beaten by this frightening Shudra Thanedar. Puzzled, and alarmed at the incredibly pungent taste, I quickly swallowed the thick trunk of Goo. Soon, another log of goo descended into my mouth. "How does it taste ?" he asked as he stood upright and then turned around. "Yes, Huzoor, it tastes very good," I replied. "Much better than Gulab-Jamun (sweets)." "Mine always does," he chuckled. His big Kala Shudra Lund (black Shudra penis) was hard and he stroked it as he watched me eat his chunky, steaming chocolate-coloured Goo. Once I was done, he smiled. Thinking that he was expecting me to at least chuso his Lund, I asked him to let me chuso his superior Kala Shudra Lund. A swift slap across my cheek from his mighty hand sent me to the floor and taught me otherwise. Without a word, he dressed and then left. I lay there for a while in a daze realizing and accepting that the Shudra Thanedar had indeed turned me his Goo Ghulam (shit slave), and made me into a Goo-Khor (shit-eater). I then realized the reason why he had been so careful to train me: he would make me perform these acts many, many times over my stay there. And so I did. He seemed to appreciate my manners and my performance, for he came to my cell almost every day, and forced me to repeat the acts of the first day. After a few days, he also let me chuso (suck) his big Kala Shudra Lund (black Shudra penis), which I, by that time, had come to consider a total honour and awesome privilege. He taught me how to use my mouth on each and every part of his awesome Dravidian super-penis, and I learned it all. His pishab-chedh (pee-slit) was so large, one could put a rupee coin into it, and he liked having me push my Zaban into his pishab-chedh. He made me into a thorough Shudralingayat (Shudra Penis worshipper). Originally, I thought that my situation with Huzoor would remain between me and him. I hoped that no one from the outside world would ever know about it. But one day as Huzoor sat on my divan, his long legs hanging down, as I cleaned them for him. Hashim, a good dost (friend) I knew from the mehfils, surprised us. In fact, he had been in the same mehfil where we were arrested on that fateful day. Hashim was being taken out of his cell. He reached my cell while I was slurping on Huzoor's huge smelly Kala (black) Shudra qadams (feet). I had not seen Hashim since we were imprisoned for our foolish addiction to mujras and mehfils. Hashim's eyes popped out in amazement when he saw me. "Qasim ?" he asked in disbelief. I looked up, recognizing the voice of my dear dost (friend), and asked, "Hashim ?" "I did not tell you to stop chusoing my feet !" barked Huzoor and I resumed sucking his big black toes. "You know this Gora Gandoo (fair faggot) ?" the Shudra Thanedar asked Hashim. "He is my Koon-Chus (anus-licker) and Goo Khor (shit-eater)," he informed Hashim. I cringed when he told my close dost what he had made me into. That was the first time since I had become the Shudra Thanedar's total Ghulam that I felt real, genuine, humiliation - burning, remorseful, painful humiliation. Shocked, Hashim said nothing. He just continued walking, and kept his head down, and his eyes firmly on the ground. I could see that whatever he had felt for me as a dost was gone. What I saw was stony, unrelenting contempt in his cruel eyes. But as he moved away down the hallway, he said quietly, "No, I don't know him." I felt so bad when he said that. "Chalo ! Come over here, Koonee," Huzoor called, laughing loudly when Hashim was gone. "Your dost Hashim will go and tell all your mohalla about what you are now. You got no dosts now! No Orat (woman) will want a Goo-Khor Ghulam (shit-eating slave)! Dhere only one dhing you good for now." So saying, he turned his strong back to me. My manhood shattered, I buried my Oolloo (stupid) face in Huzoor's black Shudra anal crack again, this time because it was the best place to hide. "Only dhing you good for now is to be a Ghulam for us Shudras," he said. As I lapped at his Jufta and Koon (anus), I knew that he was right. Over the next few weeks, the Shudra Thanedar further tuned my routine. At his arrival I was to immediately stop whatever I was doing, strip down and become totally nangoo, and then go down on my hands and knees. I was to do the Pa-Bosi (foot-worship), kissing his feet, making sure my Zaban cleaned his toes, the space under his talon-like nails, the space between his toes, and his foot-sole. Only after all this would He grant me the privilege of chusoing (sucking) his Shudra Lund and then He chod (fuck) me in my Koon (anus). After all was over, I would be allowed to collapse in a corner while He left. After I had served my punishment for three months, I was allowed to leave. A new Adni came to serve his time. I knew he would also be lapping at the Shudra Thanedar's Koon (anus) very soon, whether he liked it or not. And that period in that Thana forever changed me. I have been permanently Dravidianized, exactly in the same manner that our Gori (fair) Aryan Orats (women) are irreversibly Dravidianized after one night with a Kala (black) Shudra or Dravidian man. And, just like the Dravidianized Aryan Orat (woman), who only craves Shudra Men after having become accustomed to their larger penis size and greater stamina, I also desire only Shudra men. Whereas I used to earlier enjoy inserting my fair Aryan Zubb into the Fuddis of mujra-walis (dancers) and belly-dancers, I have no interest in this any more. Instead, I long to worship a big black Dravidian penis, suck a Shudra Goonda's musky black feet, and to have a strong Shudra Lund go up my Koon (anus). Sometimes, I fantasize what it would be like if I had a Bhosri (big vagina), and I was able to please a Shudra Goonda by taking his big Kala Lund (black penis) into my Bhosri. Now, I am not a Homosexual, because I don't feelt he same way for Aryan Londas (boys), and I would never even touch a Gora Lund (fair penis). Yes, I am a Shudralingayat Gora Gandoo (Shudra Penis Worshipping Fair Faggot). The End