Paul and I drove for many hours towards the west. We both figured that
was the way to go. The track we followed was very bad but we still
managed to make good time. We stopped in the early afternoon, refueled the cars and ate some of our food supplies. We decided to drive on for
another few hours and to stop somewhere before dark to spend the night.
Darkness comes very rapidly in that part of the world, so we were barely
settled before an inky darkness crept over us. There was no shelter to
be had so after eating we both crawled into a sleeping bag and tried to
sleep. The close proximity of Paul however made sleep impossible and we
were soon making love. Paul was a very accomplished lover and neither of
us heard or saw the figures that crept up on us. The surprise of the
attack froze both of us and we were rapidly overpowered. A canvas bag
was tied over my head and my hands tightly tied behind my back. Finally
my ankles and knees were tied. Whoever had tied the knots knew his work
because it was inescapable. I felt myself being thrown over the back of
a camel; I knew this by the distinct smell of the creature. Soon we were
bouncing slowly through the night. I began to wonder what had become of
Paul I could feel the tenderness in my arse where he had just fucked me
and this seemed to give me an inner strength to be able to bear what was
to come. I had no pretensions about our predicament as I knew from
recent experience how little these people regarded human life. After
what seemed an eternity we arrived at the kidnappers camp. Strange
voices could be heard through the canvas bag over my head. My driver let
me fall to the ground. Being tightly bound as I was I could not stop
myself from falling awkwardly, it hurt and I lost consciousness. When I
awoke somebody was now doing something with the ropes that bound my
ankles and then I felt myself being slowly raised from the ground by my
ankles until I was hanging free from the ground. I was slowly twisting
around and I could hear the rope creak under my weight. The canvas bag
was removed. It didn't matter though as the night was as dark as pitch.
The air felt chill and I then realised that a) I was totally naked and
b) I was severely gagged. As far as I could tell the gag was some sort
of device that firmly held my tongue down and prevented it from moving,
it was very uncomfortable. I had no idea how far from the dawn we were
as my body slowly twisted at the end of that rope and bound as I was I
couldn't even try to raise my head by bending my waist. Almost
imperceptibly light began to appear in the sky and I knew dawn was fast
approaching. And then suddenly on one of my turns towards to light I
could see another body similarly tied and suspended, as was I. It had to
be Paul and he had to be still alive. Soon there could be heard the
voices of the Bedouin rising for the day shouting and screaming at each
other in
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that strange tongue. As the sky grew slowly lighter I began to realise
that Paul was much more harshly bound than myself. My bonds were more
than adequate to prevent any escape, but as he twisted slowly on the end
of his rope I could see that his arms had been severely tied at the
wrists, elbows and upper arms, his cock and balls were also tightly
tied. Later I noticed that there was some sort of phallus protruding
from his arse. I wondered what he had done to deserve this treatment, as
I didn't think that I had anything like that in my arse. It was now full
daylight and on our corresponding swings I could see that Paul was
crying softly to himself. I tried to grunt out a greeting to him but
very little sound escaped my tightly gagged mouth. Soon after there were
many small children gathered around us as we swung slowly around. They
jabbered excitedly as they ran around looking at us. It was very
humiliating to be in our position. Several of the kids had swishy sticks
that they soon began to slash at our bodies with. It wasn't that they
were unbearably painful but more the embarrassment of grown men being
treated in this manner. They soon noticed the phallus in Paul's arse;
this caused much laughter, and a feeling of deep shame in Paul. Those
with sticks were now slashing much harder at the area of Paul's cock,
balls and arse. The unbearable thing about all of this was that we were
unable to do anything about it or to offer any resistance at all. At
last some men came up and shooed the children away but then they decided
to taunt us instead, they used their hands and fists instead of sticks, it was much worse. They at one time tried to time their hits so that
Paul and I swung at the end of the ropes and collided with each other.
It happened a couple of times but luckily not to frequently. At last
they grew tired of their play and again we were left alone. I could see
that Paul was in a great deal of pain from his bonds but there was
nothing I could do to offer him any solace. His poor cock and balls were
now almost black probably caused from having their blood supply cut off.
He looked very miserable and I really felt sorry for him but there was
nothing I could do to help. After another lengthy wait the obviously
head man approached and looked us over. Luckily he spoke some English.
Are you escapees from the palace he asked and when neither of us replied
he struck us both with a whip like instrument he carried. Paul wailed
loudly and the headman indicated that Paul's bonds should be loosened
and luckily for Paul his cock and balls were the first to receive this
attention. When the twine was released he screamed and swung himself
violently on the rope, obviously the pain from the newly circulating
blood was really painful. You are to be sold in the markets of El Akram
tomorrow forenoon. You will now be released from your bindings but I
warn you if you try to escape you will be most painfully killed. And
with that threat ringing in our ears he turned and left.
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