Boys on Safari
by Armingford
copyright 2006 by Armingford, all rights reserved
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explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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"OK, this is it!" said Hamed. As the white Toyota Safari bus with its six seats in the back and the enhanceable roof – so much like all the other Kenyan Safari buses – came to a stop just to the left after the entrance to the Samburu National Park. "I will raise the roof and you can have a game drive all the way to the lodge – we should be there by Six O'clock."
Janice and her three boys, Sam aged 10, Matthew aged 12 and Michael aged 14 sat in the back as they had throughout the eight hour journey from Nairobi, with three stops, one for lunch and two for a trip to the toilet via a craft shop. As they traveled north so the roads became more and more dusty and pot holed and people became fewer. "But Mum" said Matthew as he looked at the fading arch of the gateway with its barrier and two men in uniform, "there is no fence on either side of this or anywhere, can't people just drive or walk round the gate as they like?" "I don't know" said Janice "we will have to ask Hamed when he comes back from talking to the men."
In the few hours that she had seen Hamed drive and learnt things about places they had seen on the way she had developed great confidence in their driver who she assumed to be in his late twenties. He said he came originally from Somalia but things were bad there now. He was slim in his green shirt and long dark trousers and very enthusiastic. He talked to and joked with the boys. She wished she could talk Swahili as well as he spoke English and she had relaxed; she was glad to have someone else to make decisions for her.
The previous months had been grueling. The divorce was finalized a few weeks ago. She made sure that they were up to date with their vaccinations and their Malaria Tablets, she read up a bit on Safaris and then in early July she had booked a flight to Kenya, The boys had pestered her constantly to go because they wanted to see the animals. She had read how it was easy to book a Safari Tour at Nairobi Airport on arrival. With so much else to cope with she decided to do just that.
At the Airport, jet black skinned Mr Dahir with his clipboard, shiny bald head and white shirt and dapper finely creased black trousers had been there and somehow found them. He never stopped smiling as he explained the trip of a lifetime he could lay on for them. As well as Samburu, Nykuru, Lake Naivasha, the Aberdare Highlands and the Masai Mara he could provide a beach resort at Mombasa where they could all recover from the travelling. It sounded perfect. She could afford the price and he seemed to love her children. He patted them on the head, the arm and the shoulder in such a caring way and they liked the way he talked to them. The deal was made and once the porters had stowed their suitcase and safari bags in the back of his big black car off they went to a fine Nairobi hotel to recover from the London flight and to repack ready for the safari.
"Worry about nothing" said Mr Dahir "Just relax and enjoy
Kenya". So refreshed in a nice hotel that was what they had
done. Hamed had collected them and away they went.
Janice at 39 was a little careworn but her three boys were anything but. All three were keen fit sportsmen. Swimming, Football and Rugby meant all three were slim, fair skinned, and typically sized in appearance and height for their ages. Sam had fair hair which almost bleached white in strong sun, cut quite short but almost naturally brush like. He had crystal clear blue eyes and freckles and a cheerful happy face. He was the practical joker of the three and his mother had regularly to referee the results of his antics.
Matthew's hair though fair was darker in shade and worn slightly longer. He was the more serious one of the three who had felt the divorce and the limited contact with his father most. He thought the most deeply about things. His eyes were brown like his mothers and everyone commented on what a good looking boy he was. Finally, Michael the eldest had brown hair with natural waves which he wore over the top of his ears and had begun spending time with gel to give it even more shape. His eyes were blue like Sam's and the girls at school had begun to take quite some interest in him even though he was shy and quiet. He had cheered himself up through the domestic turbulence by getting very committed to Chelsea Football Club and insisted that he wore boxers in Chelsea colours and with the badge on the front.
So here they were at Samburu. From the gate near villages of the pastoralist Samburu people with their cows and goats and their small rectangular houses with the cow pat covered woven walls and the varied roofs of polythene and bits and pieces; they drove off into the dust and scrub and trees of the park. After a fun drive where they saw Elephants, a lone Lion and two Cheetahs, Janice said that she could feel one of her headaches coming on. Hamed gave her a couple of pills to take "to make things better" and the party of four made ready to disappear into the Lodge for the night. "If I don't feel better in the morning will you all go with Hamed for the six thirty morning game drive without me?" She asked. "Yes!" they chorused and Hamed smiled indulgently.
The next morning Janice felt worse not better, she had known that once she stopped concentrating and relaxed she ran the risks of her 'bad heads'. Three boys in short sleeved sport shirts and mid calf shorts came running out to the van armed with cameras and binoculars and jostled for places. Hamed came away from his conversation with the other drivers and lodge staff and said "are you ready? Then get in and I will see if we can take you to see animals in areas the others may not go!! You will see animals others don't see!" As they took up their seats and then clambered on them to see out of the top, Hamed slid the door closed and away they went.
It all seemed what was becoming normal as they went along the dusty tracks. They saw other safari vehicles to start with but as they went on they saw fewer. Hamed regularly spoke into the two radio telephone systems one between the front seats and on the dash board. He doled out water and as they saw animals he stopped and he turned off the engine. Even when being bounced around the back the boys were absorbed.
The bus came round an out crop of rock and Hamed stopped it and turned off the engine so that they could look closely at several small 'dick-dick' antelope. Suddenly two tall African men, with shaven heads, in their late teens in shabby camouflage fatigue armed with AK47s appeared to come from nowhere; one opened the front passenger door and aimed his gun at Hamed the other slid open the door to the back and jumped in with the boys. Their brooking of no resistance was clear. The one in the front told Hamed something that the boys had no hope of understanding, Hamed then spoke into both forms of communication and then switched them off. He got out with his hands up and then with his hands in the air he walked round to the front passenger door as the armed man slid into the driver's seat. Hamed got in and was handcuffed to the bus roll bars next to the radio. Hamed looked back at the boys and gave them an anxious glance.
In the back as the man jumped in the boys had screamed.
Michael tried to shield his younger brothers but the man
simply said "sit". Trembling this is what they did. The bus
then sped off for what seemed like hours through sand and
bush, the boys nervously drinking from their water bottles.
The bus came to a halt where another bus and a Land Rover
stood parked next to a shady clearing.
The armed driver got out of the bus, indicated to the man with the boys to move them out which he did. He slid open the door and three frightened boys did exactly what the gun told them. They walked into the shaded area and tried to fathom out what was going on.
There were four more similarly attired armed African men, three of similar age and appearance to the men who had taken over the bus all armed with AK47s. The fourth man was older probably in his late thirties and held a pistol. While the others in their late teens were tall and slim, if not thin, he had a paunch that hung over his belt. The boys looked about them. Over a branch they could see three ropes had been wound round and were hanging down. On the ground they could see four rings which had been hammered into the ground with ropes attached. They could see three rough hewn tree trunks cut from the far corner of the clump of trees, one piled on the other two and another set of iron rings hammered onto the ground; six in a line along the front of the tree trunks, visible to them.
Out of their sight, they could not see Hamed in their vehicle having his handcuffs removed and receiving a wad of money. Hamed then moved to a vantage point where he could not be seen but could watch.
"Welcome, Karibu" said the fat man chuckling deeply, "You are very welcome, my infidel boys, you have no souls and no value to God but are very welcome. You have use to me and all Somali people." At a sign from him the others placed their weapons on the ground. They moved to the boys and each boy had his hands tied above his head by the ropes on the tree branch, these were adjusted to the height of each boy until each one was nearly on tiptoe. The fat man then produced a large sharp knife with a curved end.
"What are you going to do to us?" asked Michael. The fat man immediately hit his face with the back of his hand. "Don't talk, Muzungu". He chuckled again. Three opf the men resumed holding their AK47s and found places to sit and watch. The other two seemed to be awaiting orders.
With deft movements of his left hand and the razor sharp
knife in his right he cut away all clothing from each boy in
turn. Starting with youngest, firstly the shirt, then the
shorts, then the boxers, till each boy was naked apart from
his socks and trainers. At a signal the two men removed
these as well. Three fair skinned boys hung naked and
shivering with fear under the dappled African sunshine
wondering what would befall them next.
The fat man signalled again and Sam, the youngest, was removed from the branch rope and brought to the fat man, his arms held behind his back. The fat man took hold of his young face in one large left hand and turned it this way and that looking straight into Sam's blue eyes. Without warning he grabbed the boy's cock and balls and squeezed them tight until Sam screamed. He lifted the boy in the air by them and then dropped him back into the sole care of the two men holding the arms. He signalled again and Sam was put on the floor on his back, after a brief struggle and a side swipe to his mouth by a hard hand he then had hands and feet tied to the rings so that his body formed an X.
The fat man chuckled appreciatively. He went to the Land Rover and came back with a Sjambok. This long shaft with a hide lash with a knot in the end looked like a violin or musical instrument in his hand. It seemed to know his every wish and it seemed to become an extension of him. He swished it a few times but the next swish brought the end like a precision punch onto Sam's small cock and balls. Sam screamed and a red welt began to appear. Slowly he administered the hippo hide whip first across Sam's chest then his mid-rift then his groin and then across his thighs. At each stroke Sam screamed and the red welt soon appeared and blood oozed slowly from each angry welt.
At a sign from the fat man, Sam was untied and turned over into a similar prone position, but lying on his chest. The Sjambok swished again across Sam's shoulder blades and again on his lower back. The red welts appeared again and Sam screamed in pain each time. Sam's nicely developing curved butt was the next target, across the top first, then across the bottom and lastly across the middle. He lay there whimpering from pain.
The fat man chuckled. At a signal the boy was untied and dragged limply, angry red welts across his body, to the tree trunks. His brothers watched in apprehension as he was draped over the trunks and his hand and feet tied on either side to the rings so that he was bent over with his butt cheeks open.
The fat man unbuttoned his flies and produced a large already excited cock. Opening Sam's cheeks further he spat several times onto the boy's anus. And then spitting on his hand he lubricated the boy's anus aided by the insertion of his fingers. The fat man's by now erect cock soon followed. His stomach joggled against the boys butt as the boy screamed as the cock penetrated ever deeper. The fat man laughed as he jiggled his cock around inside Sam.
In due course semen and blood flowed out of Sam and the man
re-buttoned his pants while two of his followers undid the
buttons on their pants. They stimulated their cocks and
while one began to slide his in and out of the prone boy's
anus the other lifted the boys head by his fair brush of his
hair and looked into the tear stained blue eyes. "No bite"
he said and then drew his other hand across the boy's throat
to tell him what would happen if he did. He met no
resistance as the enlarged cock slid into the boy's mouth.
"Pole-pole" he said and slowly-slowly both cocks moved in
and out of their helpless target in a languorous rhythm.
Both made their pleasure and Sam's agony last a long time as
the fat man moved his attention to Matthew.
As Sam had been, so was Matthew tied to the rings in the ground. For Matthew, the fat man lovingly produced a highly modified and rewired electric cattle prod about three foot long from handle top to probes at the bottom. This he stroked with his hand and purred to with his tongue. Matthew's handsome face looked up at him eyes wide with anxiety and his hair full of sand and dust. The fat man played with a dial on the prod, laughed and then applied the prod, which struck like a venomous snake with its electric current bite, to Matthew's left nipple. As the screaming died down, the prod recoiled and this time struck the right nipple. Several times more the prod bit leaving angry red marks where it had visited across Matthew's chest. Next the prod took carefully aim at Matthews's cock and balls. Both were larger than Sam's though still hairless and sweet to behold.
The prod firstly sought out Matthew's cock. As Matthew's screams and convulsions faded, the prod flicked the cock out of the way recoiled and struck at Matthew's balls. The fat man enjoyed the reaction he got so the prod was allowed to strike several times more. The scream and convulsions brought a smile to the fat man's face. He changed the dial and the prod sought out both the nipples, the cock and balls several times more, lingering on the cock and the balls particularly.
At a signal, Matthew was turned over like a piece of toast on the grill and tied face down. The fat man produced a long thin metal attachment which he placed on the ground. Next he chose places for the prod to bite around Matthew's nicely formed back. Matthew continued to buck and scream as the red marks were appearing.
Then moving downwards, the prod moved on to each cheek of the boy's butt. The fat man altered the dial again and the screams and convulsion s were increased with a second bite for each. He then bent down and picked up the thin device and fitted it to the prod, talking quiet soothing words to it as he did so. The prod now with its extra thin but stiff tongue sought out Matthew's anus and slowly inserted itself in until its three inches had disappeared and its main part rested at the entrance to the boy between his butt cheeks.
Quietly the man played with his dial. And then the boy
convulsed as he felt the searing pain which had moved from
outside him to inside. He screamed, bucked and writhed in
agony as the charge passed into him. The fat man smiled
approvingly and after a few minutes the prod slowly
withdrew.
Matthew now was moved from the ground and his limp body joined Sam's spread-eagled across the tree trunks and his feet and hands were tied to the rings. Again the man unbuttoned his pants and the large cock was brought forth. With copious amounts of spit the entrance to the boy's anus was lubricated and the cock slowly forced its way in. Matthew screamed more as the pumping into his already sore butt continued. As before, when the fat man was satisfied and the blood and semen trickled down, two of his followers moved in. The butt was again entered as was Matthew's mouth. A period of long lugubrious pleasure was taken as the fat man turned his attention to Michael.
After Michael was tied to the four rings looking up at the fat man, the fat man contemplated his fit body, his developing swimmer torso and his well formed legs. His cock and his balls were bigger than those of his brother and the wisps of hair were well apparent. He was uncut like both the others. "Infidels" said the fat man quietly. The fat man turned and went to the vehicle and returned with a large cardboard box with Arabic writing on the side. He produced three glass objects. Two were dishes about three inches deep and about six inches across and one was like a glass vial, eight inches long and three inches wide. All three had large corks in their solid glass bottoms.
He took the glass dishes and placed them upside down over the area of each nipple and secured them with surgical tape. He then sat on his haunches between the prone boy's legs and gently and coaxingly started to manipulate Michael's cock. He gently stroked his balls and must have found the right zone because although it took a little time rubbing and encouraging soon Michael's cock stood to attention and the foreskin slid down. From his top pocket the fat man produced two strong twigs which he deftly inserted into Michael urethra one on each side. Michael shouted at him to stop as the intrusive pain grew. The fat man produced a three quarter inch long twig with a nick at each end which he placed between the two twigs to keep the urethra prized open. Swiftly, he placed the glass vial over Michael's penis, pushed his balls so most of the sac was within it and secured the bottom of the vial with surgical tape.
Turning to the box he produced two very large pipettes and a large glass jar. In all three were a large number of flies with their wings folded. He took out the three corks from the glass ware on the boy's body. He unplugged one pipette and expertly blew the insects into the first glass bowl on Michael's left nipple and quickly reinserted the cork. He did the same on the right nipple. Then he put the covered large glass container on the ground next to Michael's balls and connected the short thick tube from the top of it into the glass vial over Micahael's penis and shook the container of the flies vigorously.
The fat man had barely said "hungry tsetse from Tanzania" before the flies burst into life and muffled buzzing could be heard as the flies realised that having not fed for three days they had dinner laid on and hungrily set to work.
Michael screamed as the first tsetse proboscis penetrated his skin like a red hot needle. Soon the shaft and head of his penis were a heaving mass of hungry flies jabbing and drinking, some crawled round and bit down onto his balls. Several managed to venture slightly down into his urethra to find a space. The flies jostled each other to feed around his nipples as well. Michael screamed and screamed.
The fat man stepped back from his handiwork and chuckled as the boy screamed and writhed and as the biting and feeding continued. As the glass slowly misted up and blood appeared, he watched the flies gorge and fatten and the boy scream long screams.
After a while things were quietening down the buzzing and screaming was less, the boy had begun to whimper with the continuous pain. The fat man produced insecticide spray and in turn removing each cork he sprayed into each glass bowl and removed the tube into the glass vial, before spraying there to. Soon all insect life ceased and bloated flies lay around on Michael's skin singly and piled together. Some had died with a proboscis still inserted into Michael and blood dribbled down from the point of entry. The man removed the bowls and the vial. He roughly extracted the twigs from the urethra. He dusted the flies away with a fly whisk but left in place those who were still firmly attached.
He looked at the reddened fair skin and pulled the foreskin back over the penis causing Michael more pain. He liked the artistic touch of the flies still with their proboscis impaled in different parts of the boy. A good experiment he thought. He chuckled deeply.
Michael was removed from the ground, dragged along whimpering and draped over the tree trunks next to his brothers and firmly tied down. As before the fat man began proceedings and lubricated the boy's anus. Before he started on his main course of action, it amused him to grab and squeeze the boy's cock sore with bites. He squeezed and squeezed hard as the screams rose from Michael's mouth. Some dead flies 'popped' as he squeezed and the blood flowed over his hands.
As his cock slid in, he thought this is the best of the
three, as he penetrated further and his belly wobbled on the
top of the boy's butt cheeks. As before, as the fat man
finished with boy's anus and blood and semen trickled down,
two others took over, first getting their own erection then
dutifully using Michael's anus and mouth for their lingering
pleasure.
Once their entertainment was finished, the men put the three naked, battered bruised and abused boy's back in the bus. Hamed returned and drove away at speed. After a few miles he checked that the boys were alive, gave them water and he made them as comfortable as he could. He resumed the long drive back towards the Lodge. He waited a while and then radioed ahead asking for a doctor to be present. He honestly said that he did not know where he was but used his knowledge of hills and the sun's position to find his way.
As he approached the last few miles he thought of Mogadishu. He thought of how the U.S. shell had burst through the wall of his family home. He thought of the members of his family and in his mind he saw the horrific scene of death and destruction. He knew the wazungu, oh yes he did. As he thought of all this, he became distraught and began to shake. Tears coursed down his cheeks on his face. This is how he was as he reached the Lodge security barrier and began to explain how his safari group had been attacked by bandits and had come back in such a condition.