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"Woi, pencuri. Jangan lari, woi", jerit pemilik kedai serbaneka itu sambil mengejar Afif yang sudah berlari ke lorong belakang deretan kedai-kedai itu. Tercungap-cungap Afif bernafas cuba berlari sambik membawa barang-barang curi di tangan, namun,jeritan pemilik kedai itu didengari oleh beberapa orang yang berdekatan di situ. Malang nasibnya pada malam itu saat salah seorang dari mereka berjaya menerjah dirinya sehingga jatuh lalu mereka pun merampas kembali barang-barang yang dicurinya dan mulai membelasah Afif tanpa henti. "Ampun, sakit. Arghhh erghhh, sakit. Tolong hentikan, arghhh sakit erghhh", rayunya saat tubuhnya dipukul dengan kayu, disepak dan dipijak berkali-kali. Dengan kekuatan yang ada, dia menepis dan menolak mereka sehingga terjatuh dia pun langkah seribu dengan sedaya upaya melarikan diri lagi. Sehinggalah dia melihat bonet belakang kereta terbuka, tanpa buang masa dia pun terus masuk dan menyembunyikan diri di dalam itu. Kedengaran beberapa bunyi tapak kaki yang sedang berlari menghampirinya sebelum bunyi itu semakin jauh dan hilang. Setelah beberapa minit dia di dalam itu dan keadaan di luar sudah selamat, dia pun cuba membuka pintu bonet itu namun gagal, sepertinya bonet itu sudah dikunci. Afif mulai gelabah dan gelisah saat enjin kereta itu dihidupkan dan mulai bergerak, dia cuba juga membuka pintu beberapa kali namun masih juga tidak boleh terbuka.
Hampir sejam dia terperangkap dan lemah di dalam itu sehinggalah akhirnya kereta itu berhenti dan kedengaran beberapa orang sedang bercakap berdekatan dengan kereta itu. Melihat sahaja pintu bonet itu dibuka, Afif terus keluar dan berlari sekuat hati melepaskan diri, namun dia tidak tahu bahawa dia berada di halaman sebuah rumah yang agak mewah, malah beberapa pengawal keselamatan peribadi juga berada di situ dan mengejarnya. Belum sempat dia memanjat pintu pagar rumah agam itu, salah seorang pengawal itu berjaya menangkapnya lalu mengunci tangannya ke belakang kepala manakala mereka yang lain terus menampar mjkanya, menumbuk perut dan menendang kakinya bertubi-tubi. Setelah melihat Afif sudah lemah, mereka pun mengheretnya masuk ke dalam rumah. "Siapa dia ni?", soal Tuan Fazri yang melihat pengawal-pengawalnya masuk dan meletakkan tubuh Afif yang longlai itu di hadapannya. "Maaf, tuan. Kami jumpa dia menyorok dalam bonet kereta dan cuba melarikan diri tadi", jawab salah seorang pengawal itu. Lalu, Tuan Fazri pun mengarahkan mereka memegang Afif dengan kedua-dua tangannya di belakang kepala dan kakinya berdiri secara mengangkang lalu dia pun menghampirinya. "Siapa kau? Kenapa kau menyorok dalam bonet kereta tu? Apa urusan kau dengan aku?", soal Tuan Fazri padanya. "Am... ampun, encik. Saya tak sengaja. Sa... saya cuba melarikan diri, ada orang kejar saya", balasnya dengan lemah. "Kalau begitu, jom saya hantar awak ke balai polis untuk buat laporan". "Ja... jangan, encik. Tolong, saya merayu. Jangan, encik, tolong", rayunya setelah mendengar hal itu. "Kenapa? Ada orang kejar kau tadi kan. Atau kau tak jujur dengan aku". "Sa... saya kena kejar sebab mencuri, encik. Pe... pemilik kedai dan beberapa orang yang mengejar saya tadi", akhirnya dia berlaku jujur padanya. Tuan Fazri terdiam sejenak memikirkan sesuatu sebelum berkata, "Baiklah, aku akan selamatkan kau dengan satu syarat. Kau akan bekerja di bawah aku. Kalau kau terima, aku akan selamatkan kau. Kalau tidak, bermalamlah kau dalam lokap polis. Jadi, kau nak yang mana satu". Afif terperanjat dengan pelawaan Tuan Fazri itu dan setelah memikirkan nasibnya itu, dia pun bersetuju untuk bekerja di bawahnya. Tuan Fazri kelihatan tersenyum lalu mengarahkan pembantu-pembantu rumahnya membawa Afif masuk ke bilik dan merawat kecederaannya itu.
Genap seminggu Afif dirawat di rumah agam itu dan keadaannya sudah semakin sembuh setelah dirawat dengan rapi oleh pembantu-pembantu rumah Tuan Fazri itu. 'Tuk' 'tuk 'tuk', pintu biliknya di ketuk lalu masuklah seorang lelaki yang berpakaian pembantu rumah dan menghampirinya lalu berkata, "Ini pakaian untuk kau, salin baju sekarang. Tuan Fazri nak jumpa kau". Lalu, dia pun keluar semula dari bilik itu. Afif pun membelek-belek baju tadi menyalin pakaiannya itu. Setelah itu, dia pun keluar dari bilik dan mendapati lelaki tadi sudah pun menunggu di depan biliknya. "Sudah siap? Jom, aku bawa kau jumpa dia", katanya lalu mulai berjalan dan diikuti rapat oleh Afif sehinggalah mereka masuk ke bilik Tuan Fazri. "Macam-mana keadaan kau sekarang? Sudah sembuh?", soal Tuan Fazri padanya. "Semakin baik, encik", balasnya. "Bukan encik, panggil saya Tuan Fazri mulai hari ini". "Ma... maaf, tuan. Baik, tuan". "Seperti yang kau tahu, kau sudah pun mula bekerja pada hari ini. Sebagai pekerja baru, pemeriksaan menyeluruh wajib dilakukan pada kau untuk pastikan yang kau sihat sepenuhnya", kata Tuan Fazri lalu dia pun berjalan mendekati dan mengelilingi badan Afif. Setelah Afif diarahkan untuk berdiri tegak, Tuan Fazri pun mulai meraba-raba tubuh Afif seperti sedang membuat pemeriksaan padanya, namun dia meraba dengan agak lembut seperti sedang menikmati tubuhnya. "Ma... maaf, tuan. Tu... an nak buat ap... apa dekat saya?", soal Afif yang sedikit rimas dengan perbuatan tuannya itu. "Kau berdiri tegak sahaja, hadap sahaja apa yang aku akan buat pada kau, faham?", balas tuannya dengan agak tegas lalu mencubit dan memulas kedua-dua puting Afif sehingga dia meraung kesakitan dan beberapa kali memohon maaf pada tuannya itu. Setelah itu, tuannya pun melepaskan puting pembantunya itu lalu dia menhambubg semula menyeluk tangannya ke dalan jaket yang Afif pakai sambil meraba-raba dadanya, menggentel-gentel puting-putingnya dan sesekali mengusap-usap perutnya yang sedikit kurus itu. Setelah itu, dia pun menyeluk tangannya lebih dalam sehingga ke ketiak Afif sambil mengarahkan dia mengangkat kedua-dua tangannya ke belakang kepalanya. "Basah ketiak kau ni, bagus, bagus, aku suka", kata tuannya itu sambil dia merapatkan badannya kepada Afif sambil menghidu dan mencium lehernya yang mulai berpeluh sedikit. Dari atas, tangan tuannya merayap pula ke bontot dan mengusap-usap celah kangkang Afif, membuatkan dirinya sedikit terangsang dan kotenya mulai tegang dan berdenyut-denyut. Mendengar desahan yang dibuat oleh Afif, tuannya semakin rancak mengusap-usap bonjolan pada seluar 'slack' hitam Afif itu sambil menggentel-gentel lagi puting Afif yang sudah sangap itu. Tidak lama kemudian, tuannya berhenti dan duduk semula di kerusi malasnya lalu memanggil para pengawal peribadinya yang lain untuk masuk ke dalam bilik. Para pengawalnya pun masuk sambil membawa beberapa peralatan yang tidak pernah dilihat oleh Afif sebelum ini. "Kau semua tahukan apa yang kau orang perlu buat, teruskan", arah tuannya itu lalu dua orang pengawalnya menghampiri Afif, salah seorang memegang kedua-dua tangan Afif ke hadapan manakala seorang lagi memasang alat berupa gari kulit ke kedua-dua pergelangan tangannya. "Tu... tuan, tuan nak buat apa dekat saya? Maafkan saya, tuan. Tolong, tolong jangan ikat saya, tuan. Saya minta ampun, tuan", rayu Afif berkali-kali saat kedua-dua tangannya sudah siap diikat. "Sekarang, perlaksanaan ujian kedua. Mulakan", arah tuannya dengan riak wajahnya yang tersenyum melihat Afif.
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Faris_Shah
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"Hey, thief. Don't run, hey", shouted the owner of the convenience store as he chased after Afif who had already run to the alley behind the row of shops. Afif gasped for breath and tried to run with the stolen goods in hand, however, the shop owner's screams were heard by several people nearby. His fate was unfortunate that night when one of them managed to hit him until he fell and then they took back the things he had stolen and started beating Afif non-stop. "Let me go, it hurts. Arghhh erghhh, it hurts. Please stop, arghhh it hurts erghhh", he pleaded as his body was hit with a stick, kicked and stepped on many times. With all the strength he had, he brushed them off and pushed them before he run with all his might to escape again. Until he saw the back bonnet of the car was open, without wasting time he went in and hid himself inside. He heard a few footsteps running towards him before the sound got further away and disappeared. After a few minutes he was inside and the situation outside was safe, he also tried to open the bonnet door but failed, it seemed that the bonnet was already locked. Afif began to panic and get restless when the car's engine was turned on and started to move, he also tried to open the door several times but still could not open it.
For almost an hour he was trapped and weak in it until finally the car stopped and several people could be heard talking near the car. As soon as he saw the bonnet door open, Afif went out and ran as hard as he could to escape, but he didn't know that he was in the courtyard of a rather luxurious house, and some private security guards were also there and chasing him. Before he could climb the gates of the mansion, one of the guards managed to catch him and lock his hands behind his head while the others continued to slap him, punch his stomach and kick his legs repeatedly. After seeing that Afif was weak, they dragged him into the house. "Who is he?" asked Mr. Fazri who saw his guards enter and put Afif's body in front of him. "Sorry, sir. We found him hiding in the bonnet of the car and trying to run away", answered one of the guards. Then, Mr. Fazri ordered them to hold Afif with both his hands behind his head and stand with his legs crossed and then he approached him. "Who are you? Why are you hiding in the bonnet of the car? What do you have to do with me?", Mr. Fazri asked him. "Um... I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to. I... I tried to run away, someone was chasing me", he replied weakly. "In that case, let me send you to the police station to make a report". "Please... don't, sir. Please, I'm begging you. Don't, sir, please", he begged after hearing that. "Why? Someone was chasing you, right? Or you're not being honest with me". "I... I am chased for stealing, sir... the owner of the shop and some people who chased me earlier", he finally acted honestly to him. Mr. Fazri was silent for a moment thinking about something before saying, "Okay, I will save you on one condition. You will work under me. If you accept, I will save you. If not, you will spend the night in the police lockup. So, choose". Afif was surprised by Tuan Fazri's suggestion and after thinking about his fate, he agreed to work under him. Mr. Fazri seemed to smile and ordered his maids to take Afif into the room and treat his injuries.
It's been a week since Afif was treated at the mansion and his condition is getting better after being carefully treated by Mr. Fazri's maids. 'Knock' 'knock' 'knock', there was a knock on the door of his room and a man dressed as a maid came in and approached him and said, "These are the clothes for you, change your clothes now. Mr. Fazri wants to see you". Then, he left the room again. Afif rummaged through the clothes and change his clothes. After that, he came out of the room and found that the man was already waiting in front of his room. "Are you ready? Come on, I'll take you to see him", he said and started walking followed closely by Afif until they entered Tuan Fazri's room. "How are you now? Have you recovered?", Mr. Fazri asked him. "Better, Mr.", he replied. "No Mr., call me Sir Fazri from today". "So... sorry, sir. Yes, sir". "As you know, you have already started working today. As a new employee, a thorough examination must be done on you to make sure that you are completely healthy", said Sir Fazri and then he walked closer to and surrounded Afif's body. After Afif was instructed to stand up straight, Sir Fazri started groping Afif's body as if he was examining him, but he groped gently as if he was enjoying his body. "I... I'm sorry, sir. What do you... want to do to me?", asked Afif who was a little curious by his master's actions. "Just stand up straight, just face it what I'm going to do to you, understand?", replied his master firmly and then pinched and twisted both of Afif's nipples until he howled in pain and apologized to his master several times. After that, his master let go of his maid's nipples and then he slipped his hands into the jacket that Afif was wearing while groping his chest, kneading his nipples and occasionally stroking his slightly thin stomach. After that, he thrust his hand deeper into Afif's armpit while instructing him to raise both his hands behind his head. "Your armpits are wet, good, good, I like it", said his master as he brought his body close to Afif while sniffing and kissing his neck which started to sweat a little. From above, his master's hand crawled to the bottom and caressed Afif's crotch, making him a little aroused and his cock began to tense and pulsate. Hearing the sighs made by Afif, his master became more and more active stroking the bulge on Afif's black 'slack' pants while kneading Afif's already swollen nipples. Not long after, his master stopped and sat back in his armchair and called his other bodyguards to enter the room. His guards came in carrying some equipment that Afif had never seen before. "You all know what you have to do, carry on", said the master and two of his guards approached Afif, one of them held both of Afif's hands forward while the other attached a device in the form of leather handcuffs to both of his wrists. "Si... sir, what do you want to do with me? Forgive me, sir. Please, please don't tie me up, sir. I'm begging for forgiveness, sir", pleaded Afif many times when both his hands were ready to be tied. "Now, the implementation of the second test. Begin", directed his master with a smile on his face looking at Afif.
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Faris_Shah
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