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Subject: The Ottoman Turk Part 4/6 (M/M, M/F, M/t, Tort, Hist)
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The Ottoman Turk  Part 4/6


By Jason Sterling
sterling.jason (at) gmail (dot) com




Knowing ahead of time that 'guests' were going to
arrive, Omar made preparations at the prison to find
ways to send the bodies (and souls) of these rough
and tough missionaries to a long, painful and
humiliating end.  It was not that Omar had any
specific enmity toward Jesuits; in fact as a youth
before being sold into slavery he vaguely remembered
being taught by Jesuits in the school he attended.
At the time they used corporal discipline to
reinforce each lesson session for those who didn't
seem to be getting full benefit of their lectures.
Omar was only thrashed a few times on his bare
behind in front of the whole class, afterwhich he
proudly displayed the usual result.  Many male
children often get erections after the stimulation
of a whipping and the added bonus of having to show
this degrading fact to his peers.  Omar even thought
that this experience may be the reason for his more
adult fantasies presently.

But ever since his sincere conversion to Islam in
his late teens, Omar embraced his new religion and
even had his foreskin removed to be more in keeping
with the other members of his brotherhood.  The
followers of Muhammad in northern Africa were much
more liberal in their theology than the readers of
the Qur'an found in the holy sites on the Arabian
Peninsula.  Sexual practices that were common, or at
least accepted, on the south coast of the
Mediterranean would have been severely limited in
the more conservative parts of the Empire.  It also
allowed Omar to indulge in one of his favorite
pastimes, and that was the oral exploration of the
female genitalia.  Men and boys only had an anal
orifice to present for proper fucking purposes.
Women, on the other hand, had two.  Omar never
considered the mouth of either sex in his fantasies.
To him the mouth was only something used by his
partner at the time to give foreplay with.

Omar had seen women from eastern regions who had
been infibulated either at birth or when this
practice was part of a coming-of-age ritual.  The
lack of clitoris and folds of lips around the
vagina made these women dull and uninteresting bed
partners to him.  There was just something about the
hidden and restrictive confines of the female sex
organs that appealed to Omar.  Perhaps in some way
this is where he picked up his fetish for opening
this gateway to paradise every time he wanted to
impale another person on his skewer...the object he
kept between his legs.  Omar never thought of
himself as homosexual when the orifice he was about
to spear happened to be on a male body.  It was
merely that men and boys were much more available at
any given time, particularly when the urge came
upon him to fuck something.  Most men in this region
didn't look down on this practice as long as there
was no open flaunting of male to male closeness.
Effeminate boys were strictly limited to work in
the many brothels available in Tunis at the time.
In actuality, boys plying their trade here stayed
boys longer than usual.  Most of them voluntarily
had their gonads removed when they reached their mid
teens, thereby keeping their boyishness much longer
than they would have.  Very few men wanted to have
erotic contact with hairy and muscular men who
needed a shave.  And, for that group who wanted male
companionship in their bordello beds, there was a
flourishing trade in these too.  Masculine males of
every ethnic origin who were enslaved to these dens
of eroticism had only the galleys or mines to look
forward to when they stopped pleasing their clients.

Omar thought that it would be an overpowering sexual
thrill to eventually torture the arriving Jesuits
for a long period and then force these priests into
a degrading life of working as male prostitutes for
as long as possible.  But it was made clear that
death without the possibility of escape was to be
the fate of these men.  So that when these prisoners
finally were marched up the hill from the ships to
the fortress, it was ready with new crucifixion
devices, impalement posts and other implements.  A
total of twenty five bodies stood in the yard before
Omar who demanded that they strip their robes from
their backs, rid themselves of every religious
symbol that they had in their possession and be
marched into the dungeons for proper interrogation.

After preliminary questioning it seemed that at
least a dozen of these men were novitiates on their
way to the New World to receive training in reaching
out for new converts.  The others were older men
going on a mission which remained a secret even when
initial torture was applied.  Omar learned this and
quickly was aroused sexually thinking ahead to all
the ways he had at his disposal to wring
information from these stubborn and pious priest's
lips.  The challenge excited Omar so much that he
had, what appeared to be the most senior priest,
fastened to a chair in the torch lit, main room for
questioning and a bench brought in and placed in
front of the bearded old man.  The youngest and most
naive looking novitiate was paraded out and told to
kiss the feet of this older priest.  Omar used his
prizzel on the bare back of the kneeling monk and
whipped the young man unmercifully, ignoring the
pleas for cessation by the chair bound superior.

When Omar stopped his beating of the young man, he
pointedly told the object of his questioning, "What
was the purpose of the mission that was taking you
to the Americas?  If you don't answer me, you will
watch this innocent youth being nailed to a cross
and be forced to listen to his cries of suffering
hanging there until he dies.  Then we will select
the next one and repeat the process until you talk."
The old man pleaded with Omar to spare his fellow
members of the order he headed and direct his fury
instead to himself personally.  "As Director General
of the sacred Order I alone am the one you should be
torturing for this information.  The young men just
out of the major seminary are bound for posts in
missions in the Americas and have nothing to do with
my travels.  I beg of you to exclude these fresh
servants of God who have only recently vowed to a
life of poverty, humility and obedience.  The others
in my group are only assistants and secretaries who
do nothing but paperwork and other menial tasks and
know nothing about my reasons for travelling to
Mexico."

"Thank you father or brother or whatever your title
is.  I just learned the answer to my first question
and that is where were you bound."

"My rank is archbishop, if that means anything to
you.  I expect to be ransomed soon and the blood
money you think is forthcoming will only be paid for
live bodies, not dead priests.  And, the fact that I
am going to Mexico is of no significant importance."

"Everything you tell me is important, even the lies
you weave mean something.  Before you reach those
pearly gates that await you, I will know more about
you and what you planned to do on this trip of yours
than even God himself.  By the way, forget about
being rescued.  If you could read Arabic, the sign
above the gates you walked through into my courtyard
says 'Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here'.  In your
case padre, believe the advise because your boney,
wrinkled ass belongs to me now and even Christ
couldn't save you from a long, lingering death."

Omar whispered something into the ear of one of his
guards and soon all the Christian captives were out
in the courtyard with the young seminarian who was
forced to kiss the feet of the old archbishop being
whipped furiously while tied to one of the nearby
whipping posts.  After being beaten unconscious he
was dragged to a cross on the ground and placed on
it but not nailed in place.  Several guards pissed
upon the young lad aiming for his face and mouth
until he came to.  Giving him time to recover, the
person who Omar wanted to talk was bound facing the
ordeal the youth was preparing to undergo and merely
forced to watch.  Omar gave a nod and the first blow
of a hammer directed at a spike placed at the boy's
wrist was delivered.  The screams in the open air
echoed around the enclosure and continued until all
four limbs were securely fastened in place.

The cross was then lifted into place and again cries
of anguish resounded as the weight of the lad's
body pulled against the nerves already awakened by
the spikes holding him up.  Soon several of the
youngest witnesses fainted from the sight and were
brought to again by blows from the guards who
surrounded them.  The lad on the cross was finding
it harder and harder to express the pain he was
suffering.  A difficulty in breathing constantly
forces one to expend more and more energy in just
finding a way to get the next breath and forgetting
about the pain felt now everwhere through his body.

The pinioned Jesuit seemed to be accepting this
misery and hung by his arms gasping for air and
trying not to move because that only caused the
already dislocated shoulder joints to be strained
even further.  Omar glanced at the priest who was
forced to watch this performance and shouted at him
so all the others observing this spectacle could
hear, "How many more sheep in your flock have to be
sacrificed before your pride in your stubborness to
answer a few of my innocent questions finally ends
and you tell me what I want to know?"  The old
priest simply hung his head and stared at the dirt
in front of him and called out to the boy on the
cross in a quavering voice, "I'm praying for your
soul Jose.  The Lord will bless you for your actions
as a martyr today.  Please forgive this creature who
caused you pain even though he is an infidel.  Pray
for his eventual conversion.  God grant you a quick
death!"  Several hours later Jose sagged even lower
than he had been; urine leaked out of his penis and
a trickle of brown feces ran down his leg.  Jose was
dead.
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