Antara Teman dan Tugas

BAHASA MELAYU

Sudah hampir setahun Afif bekerja di rumah agam Tuan Fazri setelah diterima sebagai pembantu rumah itu. Bermacam-macam tugas telah dia lakukan dan siapkan walaupun sebelum ini dia tidak pernah merasai dan melakukan tugasan-tugasan tersebut. Pada mulanya dia agak kekok juga dek kerana ketiadaan pengalaman, namun dia bernasib baik kerana adanya bantuan dari salah seorang pembantu sepertinya di situ. "Eh, Fif. Kau buat apa dekat situ? Termenung apa lagi tu?", sapa Syakir, seorang pembantu rumah yang melihat Afif termenung di tingkap. "Eh, Syakir. Tiada apa-apalah, mengelamun sekejap aku tadi, hahaha", jawab Afif yang sedikit terkejut lalu menyambung semula menyapu lantai di situ. "Hati-hati tau, jangan sampai kantoi dengan tuan. Nahas nanti badan kau dia orang kerjakan". "Oh okay, okay. Terima kasih tau. Nasib kau tegur aku tadi, aku pun tidak perasan yang aku syok mengelamun". Lalu, Syakir pun tersenyum dan menepuk bahunya lalu berlalu pergi menuju ke dapur sambil membawa dulang berisi pinggan dan cawan kotor. Selama dia di situ, tiada sesiapa yang lebih dia rapat melainkan kepada Syakir yang sudah lama bekerja di sana. Dialah yang telah membantu Afif mengajarnya menyelesaikan tugas-tugas yang diperintahkan kepadanya. Teringat dia akan pertama kali mereka berkenalan, pada saat itu Afif secara tidak sengaja telah memecahkan beberapa biji cawan kaca dan piring kecil sewaktu dia cuba menghantarnya ke bilik Tuan Fazri. Pada waktu itu, Afif berasa amat cuak dan tubuhnya mulai menggigil ketakutan sambil dia mengemaskan semula kaca-kaca di lantai. Beberapa pembantu rumah yang berdekatan di situ tidak menghiraukannya pada waktu itu kecuali Syakir yang baru sahaja masuk ke dapur. Dengan pantas, dia membantunya mengemaskan serpihan kaca-kaca itu dan mengambil semula cawan dan piring baharu dari kabinet. "Jangan risau, biasalah tu pertama kali kerja di sini. Kalau ada apa-apa, bagitahu aku. Jangan malu-malu, okay?", kata-kata Syakir itu masih lagi terngiang-ngiang di fikirannya walaupun hal itu sudah lama berlaku. Dek kerana itu, hubungan persahabatan antara mereka semakin kuat dan keakraban mereka terlihat jelas dalam kalangan para pembantu rumah agam itu.

"Syakir, sila ikut kami sekarang. Tuan Fazri panggil kamu", kata salah seorang pengawal peribadi Tuan Fazri yang datang menghampiri mereka yang sedang menikmati makan malam. "Fif, boleh tolong bawa pinggan dengan cawan aku ke sinki? Lepas itu, kau baliklah dulu ke bilik. Nanti aku datang", katanya sambil tersenyum lalu dia pun mengikuti pengawal itu ke luar dari tempat itu. Sejak malam itu, Afif menunggu sahabatnya itu di bilik kongsi mereka sepanjang malam namun dia tidak juga muncul. Tanpa sedar, Afif pun sudah terlena di katilnya dek kerana kepenatan. Sehinggalah siang keesokkannya, Syakir masih lagi tidak kelihatan membuatkan Afif sedikit risau. Sedang asyik mengelamun, dia tidak menyedari pengawal semalam telah pun berdiri di sebelahnya. "Afif?", soal pengawal itu menyedarkan Afif dari lamunan. "Ya?", jawabnya ringkas. Lalu, pengawal itu pun mengarahkannya untuk ikut dia ke taman belakang rumah agam itu. Afif pun mengangguk faham lalu mengikutinya sahaja sehinggalah mereka tiba di sana. Alangkah terkejutnya Afif pada saat itu, tatkala dia melihat kawannya, Syakir sudah terikat di tengah-tengah tempat itu dengan tangannya terikat ke atas dan kakinya juga terikat dengan batu yang besar. Tubuhnya yang separuh bogel dengan hanya berseluar dalam jenis 'bikini' berwarna kuning sahaja sudah dipenuhi dengan peluh-peluh yang mengalir di badannya. Tercengang Afif seketika pada waktu itu, malah terkejut bercampur sedih melihat tubuh kawannya itu tergantung dengan riak wajahnya pula seperti dalam pasrah. "Seperti yang telah kamu semua ketahui, malam semalam bilik aku telah dipecah masuk. Setelah diselidik, betapa hampanya aku saat mengetahui bahawa pekerja aku sendiri yang berani mengkhianati aku", kata Tuan Fazri dengan lantang dan tegas di hadapan para pekerja dan pengawal peribadinya yang sudah berkumpul di situ sebelum dia memanggil Afif untuk datang kepadanya. Setelah dia mendekati, pengawal peribadi yang sudah berada di sampingnya pun terus memberikannya seutas tali hitam yang agak tebal dan panjang seperti tali sebatan yang diperbuat dari tekstur kulit. "Kau faham apa yang kau kena buat seterusnya, mulakanya", arah Tuan Fazri setelah itu sambil memandang Afif dengan pandangan serius. Afif pun berjalan ke arah kawannya itu tanpa membalas kata-kata tuannya dengan perasan takut dan bersalah di dalam hati. Tangannya juga mulai menggigil kerana dirinya yang tidak mahu melaksanakan tugasan itu dan menyakiti tubuh kawannya, namun dia juga tiada keberanian untuk menolak arahan tuannya itu. Walau bagaimanapun, wajah Syakir masih lagi terukir dengan senyuman saat mereka bertentangan mata, sepertinya dia menyuruh Afif untuk meneruskan hukuman itu.

"Hari ini, hukuman si pencuri akan dilaksanakan. Mulakan", kata Tuan Fazri dengan lantang. Afif pun mengangkat tangan kanannya yang memegang tali sebatan itu lalu, 'pap', satu libasan mengenai belakang badan Syakir, namun dia hanya menahan sahaja sakitnya itu tanpa bersuara. 'Pap' 'pap', sebatan demi sebatan Afif lepaskan pada tubuh Syakir sehinggakan Syakir yang hanya diam sduah mulai mengerang kesakitan setiap kali tubuhnya dilibas. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', Afif melibas tali itu lagi tanpa henti seperti yang diarahkan sehinggakan tubuh Syakir yang sawo matang itu mulai penuh dengan kemerahan dan kesan-kesan sebatan. "Am... ampun, tuan. Sa... Saya tak bersalah, tuan. Tolong tuan, sakit sangat. Arghhh erghhh", raung Syakir memohon keampunan dari tuannya itu. Afif berasa sangat bersalah kerana menyeksa tubuh kawannya itu, apatah lagi mendengar rintihan-rintihan Syakir yang kesakitan. Namun, tiada tanda-tanda tuannya membeehentikan hukuman itu. Dengan tangannya yang masih menggigil, Afif kuatkan semangat juga lalu melibas tali sebatan itu lagi mengenai dada, perut dan juga belakang tubuhnya sambil disaksikan oleh para pekerja Tuan Fazri yang hanya tunduk mendiamkan diri. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', bunyi sebatan demi sebatan yang tiada hentinya diselangi pula dengan raungan kesakitan oleh Syakir memenuhi suasana sepi di taman itu. Setelah hampir setengah jam dirinya diseksa dengan teruk sekali, Syakir tidak dapat menahan lagi rasa pedih pada tubuhnya dan akhirnya dia pun pengsan pada sebatan kali yang ke ratusan itu. Melihat keadaan itu, Tuan Fazri mengarahkan pengawalnya untuk menyimbah sebaldi air pada Syakir sehingga dia tersedar semula, malah seluar dalamnya itu habis lencun sehingga menampakkan kote dan kedua-dua telur disebaliknya. Sebelum diarahkan beredar, Tuan Fazri mengarahkan pula Afif untuk berdiri betul-betul di hadapan Syakir manakala para pekerja di situ pula disuruh untuk menyepak celah kangkang Syakir pada waktu itu. Pada mulanya para pekerja di situ berasa bingung, namun dek kerana itu adalah arahan, maka mereka pun terus mendekati Syakir. 'Pap', satu sepakan telah dilepaskan tepat mengenai telurnya itu membuatkan Syakir menjerit kesakitan. Namun, celah kangkangnya itu tetap diseksa tanpa henti dengan sepakan demi sepakan oleh para pekerja itu. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', Afif tiada kekuatan lagi untuk melihat kawannya diseksa sebegitu namun Tuan Fazri dengan tegasnya mengarahkan dia untuk menyaksikan segala hukuman yang dilaksanakan. "Erghhh, arghhh. Af... Afif, to... tolong. Ak... Aku sakit, ak...Aku tak tahan. Erghhh arghhh, Af... Afif, to... too..., erghhh arghhh", rayu Syakir dengan lemah membuatkan air mata Afif yang bergelinangan tadi jatuh ke pipinya. Rasa bersalahnya tidak hilang kerana tidak mampu menghentikan seksaan yang diterima Syakir pada waktu itu. Dia hanya tertunduk menahan sebak sambil tubuhnya menggigil sedih.

Setelah itu, kesemua pekerja beredar dari taman itu seperti yang diarahkan, termasuklah dengan beberapa pengawal peribadinya. "Afif, sebagai penamat hukuman bagi pencuri itu, aku arahkan kau untuk melempiaskan hawa nafsu kepadanya", arah Tuan Fazri membuatkan Afif terkejut. Pada mulanya dia cuba untuk menolak namun hatinya masih lagi lemah lalu dia pun berdiri di belakang Syakir lalu seluar dalam Syakir dikoyakkan sehingga dia bogel sepenuhnya. Setelah batangnya dilincirkan menggunakan air liurnya, dengan perlahan-lahan batangnya dijolok ke dalam lubang bontot Syakir. "Erghhh erghhh arghhh, sa... sakit. Arghhh, sa... sakit", Syakir mengerang kesakitan tatkala batang Afif semakin dalam menjolok lubangnya itu. 'Cap' 'cap' 'cap', jolokan demi jolokan Afif lakukan sambil tangannya sudah mulai menggentel-gentel puting Syakir tanpa dia sedari. Semakin lama, hentakan batangnya ke bontot Syakir semakin rancak dan kuat kedengaran. Afif pula sudah mulai mendesah kesangapan tatkala batangnya semakin keras menegang, apatah lagi berlaga dengan dinding lubang bontot Syakir. "Orghhh erghhh orghhh, yeahhh yeahhh orghhh, ffffooghh orghhh", Afif mendesah dengan lantang sehibgga didengari oleh Tuan Fazri pada waktu itu. Tubuh Syakir yang lemah itu berhayun-hayun setiap kali lubangnya dijolok oleh Afif dengan kuat sekali, malah wajahnya juga kelihatan kesakitan. Tidak lama kemudian, akhirnya kote Afif pun memuntahkan cecair putih yang masih hangat ke dalam lubang bontot Syakir. Afif yang mulai rasa penat pun terus memeluk Syakir dari belakang setelah mengeluarkan kembali batangnya itu.

"Sudah, sekarang bukan masanya untuk berpelukan", kata Tuan Fazri memeranjatkan Afif lalu dia pun melepaskan tubuh Syakir yang longlai itu. Setelah dia memakai semula pakaiannya, dia pun diarahkan beredar dari tempat itu. Itulah kali terakhir Afif melihat kawannya yang paling akrab di rumah agam itu. Sejak dari hari itu, Afif sentiasa menunggu Syakir di bilik mereka setiap malam dengan harapan yang kawannya itu akan kembali. Namun, setahun lebih sudah berlalu dan khabar berita dari Syakir juga sudah tidak kedengaran. Perasaan sedih dan bersalah masih lagi menyelubungi jiwanya walaupun peristiwa itu sudah lama berlaku. Malah, ada pula ura-ura mengatakan bahawa Syakir telah pun 'pergi' sehingga menambahkan lagi rasa sebak dan risaunya, namun Afif tidak mempercayai cakap-cakap itu dan dia masih lagi yakin bahawa kawannya itu masih hidup dan mereka akan bertemu sekali lagi.

M.N.A_97
Faris_Shah

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Afif has been working at Sir Fazri's mansion for almost a year after being accepted as a housekeeper. Various tasks he has done and prepared even though he had never experienced and done those tasks before. At first he was a bit clumsy because of his lack of experience, but he was lucky to have the help of one of the maid there. "Eh, Fif. What are you doing there? What are you thinking about?", said Syakir, a maid who saw Afif daydreaming at the window. "Eh, Syakir. It's nothing, I was daydreaming for a while, hahaha", replied Afif who was a little surprised and resumed sweeping the floor there. "Be careful, you know, don't get into trouble with the master". "Oh okay, okay. Thank you. I didn't even notice that I was daydreaming". Then, Syakir smiled and patted his shoulder and walked away towards the kitchen carrying a tray full of dirty plates and cups. While he was there, there was no one he was closer to than Syakir who had been working there for a long time. He was the one who helped Afif, teach him to complete the tasks he was ordered to do. He remembered the first time they met, at that moment Afif accidentally broke some glass cups and small plates when he tried to send them to Sir Fazri's room. At that time, Afif felt very nervous and his body began to tremble with fear as he rearranged the glasses on the floor. Some of the maids nearby ignored him at that time except for Syakir who had just entered the kitchen. Quickly, he helped him clean up the broken glass and retrieved a new cup and saucer from the cabinet. "Don't worry, it's normal to work here for the first time. If there's anything, let me know. Don't be shy, okay?", Syakir's words were still echoing in his mind even though it had happened a long time ago. Because of that, the friendship between them grew stronger and their closeness was clearly visible among the maids of the mansion.

"Syakir, please come with us now. Sir Fazri called you", said one of Sir Fazri's bodyguards who came near those who were enjoying dinner. "Fif, can you please take my plate and cup to the sink? After that, you go back to the room first. I'll come later", he said with a smile and then he followed the guard out of the place. Since that night, Afif waited for his friend in their shared room all night but he did not appear. Without realizing it, Afif had fallen asleep in his bed due to exhaustion. Until the next day, Syakir was still nowhere to be seen, making Afif a little worried. While daydreaming, he didn't realize that the guard from yesterday was already standing next to him. "Afif?", asked the guard, waking Afif from his reverie. "Yes?", he answered simply. Then, the guard ordered him to follow him to the back garden of the mansion. Afif nodded in understanding and followed him until they got there. How surprised Afif was at that moment, when he saw his friend, Syakir was already tied in the middle of the place with his hands tied up and his feet also tied with a big stone. His half-naked body with only a yellow 'bikini' type of pants was already filled with sweat flowing down his body. Afif was stunned for a moment at that time, even surprised and sad to see his friend's body hanging with the look on his face as if in surrender. "As you all know, last night my room was broken into. After fully investigation, how mad I am when I found out that my own employee dared to betray me", said Sir Fazri loudly and firmly in front of his employees and bodyguards who had gathered there before he called Afif to come to him. After he approached, the bodyguard who was already beside him continued to give him a rather thick and long black rope like a lashing rope made of leather texture. "You understand what you have to do next, then, begin now", said Sir Fazri after that while looking at Afif with a serious look. Afif walked towards his friend without responding to his master's words with fear and guilt in his heart. His hands also began to tremble because he did not want to carry out the task and hurt his friend's body, but he also did not have the courage to refuse his master's order. However, Syakir's face was still etched with a smile when their eyes met, as if he was telling Afif to continue the punishment.

"Today, the punishment of the thief will be carried out. Begin", Sir Fazri said loudly. Afif raised his right hand that was holding the whipping rope and, 'pap', whipped the back of Syakir's body, but he just endured the pain without saying a word. 'Pap' 'pap', lash after lash Afif unleashed on Syakir's body until Syakir who was just silent started moaning in pain every time his body was lashed. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', Afif flicked the rope again without stopping as instructed until Syakir's tanned body began to be full of redness and the effects of whipping. "So... I'm sorry, sir. I... I'm innocent, sir. Please sir, it hurts so much. Arghhh erghhh", screamed Syakir begging for forgiveness from his master. Afif felt very guilty for torturing his friend's body, not to mention hearing Syakir's moans of pain. However, there were no signs of his master stopping the punishment. With his hands that were still shaking, Afif strengthened his spirit and then flicked the lashing rope again on his chest, stomach and back while witnessed by Sir Fazri's workers who just remained silent. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', the endless sound of whipping after whipping interspersed with screams of pain by Syakir filled the quiet atmosphere in the park. After nearly half an hour of being severely tortured, Syakir could no longer bear the pain in his body and finally he passed out on the hundredth whipping. Seeing the situation, Sir Fazri ordered his bodyguard to splash a bucket of water on Syakir until he woke up again, and even his underwear was gone, revealing the cock and the two balls behind it. Before being ordered to leave, Sir Fazri ordered Afif to stand right in front of Syakir while the workers there were told to kick Syakir's crotch at that time. At first the workers there were confused, but because it was an order, they continued to approach Syakir. 'Pap', a kick was fired right at his balls making Syakir scream in pain. However, the gap in his crotch was still being tortured non-stop with kick after kick by the workers. 'Pap' 'pap' 'pap', Afif no longer has the strength to see his friend being tortured like that but Sir Fazri firmly ordered him to witness all the punishments carried out. "Erghhh, arghhh. Af... Afif, pl... please. I... I'm in pain, I... I can't take it. Erghhh arghhh, Af... Afif, pl... ple..., erghhh arghhh", Syakir pleaded weakly, making Afif's tears fall down his cheeks. His guilt did not go away for not being able to stop the torture Syakir received at that time. He just bowed down holding back tears while his body trembling sadly.

After that, all the workers left the park as instructed, including some of his bodyguards. "Afif, as the end of the punishment for that thief, I instruct you to release your lust on him", Sir Fazri's direction made Afif surprised. At first he tried to refuse but his heart was still weak so he stood behind Syakir and Syakir's underwear was torn until he was completely naked. After his dick was lubricated with his saliva, slowly his cock was inserted into Syakir's ass hole. "Erghhh erghhh arghhh, it... hurts. Arghhh, it... hurts", Syakir moaned in pain as Afif's cock got deeper and deeper into his hole. 'Cap' 'cap' 'cap', fuck after fuck Afif did while his hand had already started to knead Syakir's nipple without him realizing it. As the time went on, the sound of his cock hitting Syakir's ass became louder and louder. Afif, on the other hand, had already begun to sigh when his cock was getting harder and harder as it hit the wall of Syakir's asshole. "Orghhh erghhh orghhh, yeahhh yeahhh orghhh, ffffooghh orghhh", Afif sighed as loudly as Sir Fazri could hear at that time. Syakir's weak body swayed every time his hole was poked by Afif very hard, even his face looked pained. Not long after, Afif finally spewed a white liquid that was still warm into Syakir's ass hole. Afif, who was starting to feel tired, continued to hug Syakir from behind after taking out his cock.

"Enough, now is not the time to hug", said Sir Fazri surprising Afif and then he let go of Syakir's limp body. After he put his clothes back on, he was ordered to leave the place. That was the last time Afif saw his best friend in the mansion. Since that day, Afif always waits for Syakir in their room every night in the hope that his friend will return. However, more than a year has passed and there has been no news from Syakir. Feelings of sadness and guilt still enveloped his soul even though the event had happened a long time ago. In fact, there were rumors saying that Syakir had already 'gone' which added to his tears and worry, but Afif did not believe the talk and he was still convinced that his friend was still alive and that they would meet again.

M.N.A_97
Faris_Shah