HASSAN’S RUMPUS ROOM 

Gilt and red plush. Rococo bar backed by pink shell. The air is cloyed with a sweet evil substance like decayed honey. Men and women in evening dress sip pousse-cafès through alabaster tubes. A Near East Mugwump sits naked on a bar stool covered in pink silk. He licks warm honey from a crystal goblet with a long black tongue. His genitals are perfectly formend- circumcised cock-, black shiny pubic hairs. His lips are thin and purple-blue like the lips of a penis, his eyes blank with insect calm.The Mugwump has no liver, maintaining himself exclusive on sweets.  Mugwump push a slender blond youth to a couch and strip him expertly. “Stand up and turn around.”he orders in telepathic pictographs. He ties the boy’s hands behind him with a red silk cord.

“Tonight we make it all the way.”

“No,no” screams the boy.

“Yes. Yes.”

Cocks ejaculate in silent “yes”. Mugwump part silk curtains, reveal a teak wood gallows against  lighted screen of red flint. Gallows is on a dais of Atzec mosaics. The boy crumples to his knees with a long “OOOOOOOH” shitting and pissing in terror. He feels the shit warm between his thights. A great wave of hot blood swells his lips and throat . His body contracts into a foetal position and sperm spurts hot into his face.The Mugwump dips hot perfumed water from alabaster bowl, pensively washes the boy’s ass and