Bimpe's Boyfriend ... 4

Reclining on his favourite tartan sofa, wearing patterned shorts, a plain white short-sleeved shirt with the first three buttons undone and drinking Chapman on the rocks lined with a dash of vodka and with a visible peek of cabbage in his glass in his beach house on a sunny day in Malta, Prof Souleyman Bako cut a picture of relaxation but deep down inside he was troubled and wondered aloud: “why am I so misunderstood?”

Souley as most of his friends in Maradi called him, was 41 years old, rich, unmarried and one of the best thermal geophysicists around. He had a coterie of fellowships he was affiliated with and ran a business on the side designing racing car engines which meant a few expensive holidays overseas yearly. It afforded also a fleet of cars and properties in choice locations. Although his reputation was pristine in academic circles, his nickname “PP”, short for Playboy Prof, just won’t go away.

Souley had commitment issues and loathed permanent romantic relationships. He considered coitus as a need, only when the urge came on strong and got in the way of his other endeavours. He was straight, so for him, any intimate relations he had with a woman was a means to this end. Apart from this, he only cultivated platonic and professional relationships with women. He was a swinger on swingmedaddy.com (an online community of swingers in the United Kingdom he had joined shortly after moving permanently to England to work as a lecturer in thermal geophysics) and in eleven years of lecturing after obtaining his PhD at Goldsmiths College, London; he had painstakingly ensured that he had nothing sexual to do with any of his students or anyone he interacted with in his professional capacity. Except for Cynthia Cross, 27, a blonde Irish Catholic girl he’d met on SwingMeDaddy, a year after obtaining her Master’s degree in Applied Physics from Aberystwyth College, Scotland where he was lecturing. She would become his sex slave for two years until she passed away in her flat one Sunday evening from a drug overdose while he was away in France for a conference. Her death left him conflicted: was he to feel sorry and emotional like a boyfriend who had lost a dearly departed one or just pay his condolences just like anyone? He had also wondered how he had never seen her take, while they had their dalliance.

Souley hadn’t always wanted to be a swinger. He had seen himself in the mould of his father: Mallam Ibrahim Bako, a local cleric in Maradi who had stuck with one wife and three children: two boys and a girl, at a time when polygamy was full-blown and widely acceptable. He was selected for a textile design apprenticeship with Mallam Abdou Diallo in Niamey and though only eighteen years old, he obtained his father’s blessings to live alone in Niamey and work towards going to university.

It was while in Niamey that he met Laraba Mina, a 41-year-old investment banker who ran on the side, a music label called “The Underground”, to groom musical talents emerging on the streets and shaking up a relatively sedate Niamey and querying its religious and societal standards with RabEng, a mix of Arabic and English rap and soul music.

He would move in with her and begin a relationship. He adored her; Laura as she preferred to be called was pretty, well-toned with a very light milky brown complexion like the mulattos, 36DD breasts, thick thighs, very open-minded and investment savvy.

She was pretty normal until it got to sex. Laura had a private room in her three-bedroom apartment that she owned. The floors were completely covered with a plush, ultra-soft crimson rug, while a light cream curtain with a thick underlay embraced the sole window. It was always freezing cold in here because she kept the air conditioner here constantly working, night and day. The bed was a high, metallic one with golden supports on its uprights. It had a purplish bedsheet that sheltered a very thick but soft foam. It was decadent until you looked at the table in front of the bed: a long black, ugly metallic thing with a soft black leather topping. On it lay neatly placed: 10, 12 and 14-inches leather whips, a flesh hook, a pair of soft black blindfolds, two velvet collars and leads, two hogties, a pair of nipple clips, two ball gags, one violet wand, some under bed ties, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, feather ticklers, a strap-on dildo, a giant dildo and in the corner of the room was plugged a machine dildo.

Souley was a virgin prior to meeting Laura. Not like he wasn’t curious about sex; it was a hushed topic in secondary school and he and his mates had lived off the exciting tales of more experienced boys and looked forward to it. Nothing prepared him for BDSM and golden showers. Laura loved for him to spit in her face, slap her repeatedly across her face choke her tightly, and force his turgid penis deep into her mouth, almost to the ends of her throat. Something he’d later learn to be “deepthroating”.

Laura had tried to introduce Souley to flesh hooks. She had wanted him to as he did “normally”: put ankle and wrist cuffs on her but also put some meat hooks in her pussy lips and hook them all up to the ceiling bondage hooks, raise her up with both her hands and feet in a vertical and elevated position and her pussy also extended vertically, fuck her pussy in this suspended state while the machine dildo fucked her anally. Souley could not. He had only just gotten used to dragging her around with a velvet collar and lead, making her kneel and suck his big toe, whipping her till she bled, then fisting her with all five fingers in and a ball gag strapped on. All these are the first steps to a long night of intercourse. Laura needed the pain to enjoy sex. She would occasionally ask him to use the violet wand on her wet body and seem nonplussed but excited while he did.

Although he constantly yielded to Laura’s desires, her sexual eccentricities worried him. “Was she appeasing for something wrong she had done in the past?” “Had she been abused?” “Did she suffer from low self-esteem?” “Was she using these sexual requests to numb some pain or recreate something hurtful she had suffered and felt she deserved?”

The part that baffled him was she requestied that he urinates on her at the end of every sexual episode they had. She looked forward to it and kneeling down, giddy with excitement, head raised up, almost in worship, anticipating a bath of his yellow micturition. She lived for it. It perplexed and amused him.

Souley initially struggled with BDSM: he felt he debased, humiliated and damaged her with every sexual act but after two years of being with Laura, he saw her requests as proclivities: perversions she had grown used to and loved. Souley also discovered a libidinous nature to himself: he always needed and wanted to constantly, fuck. Laura had a healthy appetite on her own but encouraged him to fuck her friend Mellissa “Lisa” Ahmed, 46, a co-executive at the Underground; while she watched and fucked herself with the giant or machine dildo or both or Lisa tongue fucked her pussy and anus or she rode Lisa’s face.

He called them “the cumsluts”, as they both loved to queue, kneeling down and pleading “Daddy, please come on our faces”, calling for him to pour his sperm on their faces thrust up and when he did, they’d lick it up with glee, bow facing away from him wiggling their butts and eagerly anticipating a hard spank and afterwards pirouetting to thank him for honouring his slaves with his touch.

Laura told him, it was ok to find a girl more sexually desirable than herself but there was a rule: they either fuck her together or she will be allowed to watch, either in the room or via the secret camera in the room, viewable from her bedroom. They hosted threesomes and Souley perplexingly found out that many women in the Religious Republic of Niger loved BDSM. The foursomes were the hardest, as he hated watching another man penetrate Laura. Even though she permitted him to sleep with other females, he loved her and could never be comfortable with another man inside her, as he’d mentally reserved her asshole and pussy for himself and could only share with females. They agreed to end the foursomes, except it was an all-female trio and Souley.

In the third year of their relationship about the fifth month, there was trouble in paradise. The Underground was struggling, the boom expected of RabEng had failed due to difficulties garnering African appeal and with a downward trend in the economy, Laura was on a half-salary due to an inability to meet monthly targets. She snapped repeatedly, called him names like “good-for-nothing” (he earned only a pittance from his apprenticeship but did the domestics in the house), and “idiot” and would slap him from time to time whenever upset. She would now host foursomes regularly now, bringing a variety of combinations: sometimes three men or two men and a woman or two women and a man; to sleep with her and use the flesh hooks on her as she wanted, sometimes even bleeding severely and giggling about it later on. She drank heavily too now; she’d only had a little swirl of cognac from time to time previously and was mostly a teetotaler. She preferred BDSM and golden showers mostly.

Souley wanted to help her. Many times, in the months before he went to L’Université de Yamoussoukro, he would try to talk to her and reassure her of things turning bullish soon. He also went to the Underground and worked on the branding and designing, and listened to demo tapes of prospects, giving his advice on who was worth the jump, who need a bit more push and who was not worth considering.

Within three months of his visits to the Underground, he had redesigned the label’s logo, worked on a partnership with Re-Sync, a label with artists in Nigeria and South Africa and gotten Jamo (Jameel Idrissou), a budding website designer and a former classmate to put up the Underground’s website which enabled live streaming of their artistes and purchase of songs.

It worked.

A few days before going to Yamo (a short form preferred by students of L’Université de Yamoussoukro), Laura walked in with two brown Hermes bags and a smile on her face. He wondered what could make her smile like this. He had not seen her smile for the last six to seven months. Perhaps she had good news or was drunk like was more frequently lately. He started three careful steps backwards, in case she lashed out at him unexpectedly. Her face crinkled into a smile and seeing him far away from her, she broke down in tears.

He ran towards her and held her in a tight embrace. He hated to see her cry. So, on the brown leather sofa in the lounge, he held her, while she sobbed into and soaked his jalabia and he kissed her brown curls reassuringly. When she finally stopped crying, she looked into his face with puppy eyes and she asked if he’d like to know why she came in smiling. He nodded affirmatively and she produced a green cheque which Underground had received from Re-Sync to take Abka (Abdoulaye Kallo), one of their artists on a nationwide tour of Algeria, Morocco and Nigeria. She was also back on full salary, as Ed Champion, an executive from Re-Sync had decided to take up one of her investment packages with a generous amount.

The storm was over but Souley had hurt a lot in this period. He had rationalized the foursomes: she let me be in other pussies and anuses, so yeah, maybe he should extend the same privileges to her. It hurt and he felt emasculated but he accepted this as a little sacrifice the insults and slaps hurt him a lot. Yes, they had that as part of their sexual routine but it was at Laura’s insistence and it only happened in that room, nowhere else.

He was happy that everything was back to “normal” so to say but he was leaving for Yamo and leaving Laura till he could wrap his head around the past six to seven months of her madness and see if it was a one-off or if they had more adversities in the future, it would recur. He told her this, three days after her announcement and Laura, Lisa in tow begged him for his forgiveness. He accepted their apology but will still go to Yamo and still need time to decide whether to be together as before with Laura. He made love with the cumsluts that night, came all over them and particularly enjoyed peeing all over them this time but it was also bittersweet.

It was his last time for a bit with Laura, as he was leaving for Yamo on the second flight in the morning.