James Stuart
the Erotic Historian

The Country Manor

Chapters 13-16

"I can't see," he yelled out, "John, Billy, where are you? I've been struck blind."

"It's alright Jamie, I'm here," and Jamie felt another boy's hand grip his arm. The young blond recognised the voice as belonging to John. "You're not blind silly, there is simply no light in this room," John whispered to the youngster.

"Where's Billy?" Jamie asked.

"He's beside me, still asleep, looks like the stuff that knocked us out worked longer on you younger boys, I have been awake for a while now."

Jamie relaxed a bit at the knowledge that his eyes were all right. He was also pleased when he realised that they were no longer bound and gagged, as it was obvious they had been untied whilst they were asleep. Still he knew that there was still plenty to worry about, one of which was why he could feel his body swaying from side to side, giving his empty stomach a queasy feeling with each swing.

"John, I think I'm ill, my whole body seems to be moving."

Jamie heard a faint chuckle from the older boy, and then John replied. "You're not ill, we're on a boat, that's why you feel motion, have you never been on a boat before."

"No, never, but where are we going?"

"Hmm, for some reason our host has failed to provide us with an itinerary for this journey, so I have no better idea than you."

Jamie was amazed that John could joke at this time, he must be very brave the youngster decided. Whatever lie ahead of them, Jamie was pleased that John was with them. Yet he was still very frightened, he did not know why he had been kidnapped, or what his captors wanted of him. Yet his biggest immediate concern was his desperate hunger and dreadful thirst, he had no idea how long it had been since he had last eaten, but it felt like days. His last drink had been a mouthful of spunk, given to him by one of Jack's accomplices the night before. Right now Jamie would have been grateful even for another helping of that. While he was feeling sorry for himself, he was startled to hear noises coming from elsewhere in the room.

"What was that?"

"It looks like our captors have brought along some additional guests," John replied. "I tried asking some voices I heard earlier whom they were, but I got no answer. They were probably as frightened as we are, so I guess they are also captives."

"John, before we were knocked out you seemed to recognise one of the men that approached us, who was it?"

"Well I do not know his name, but I remember seeing him at one of the Manor parties. He was a foreigner, a Turk I think, but the reason I can recall his face so well is that he had the cheek to ask Daddy if he wanted to sell us. Well it looks like he could not take no as an answer, and so he arranged to have us grabbed."

"Do you think he will kill us?" Jamie asked, his voice trembling.

"I doubt it, if he had wanted that we would be dead already. Try not to worry Jamie, we may be home sooner than you think."

Unfortunately John did not believe this himself. Given that they were evidently heading for another country, it was obvious that they were not simply being held for ransom money. Clearly the motive for their kidnap was not monetary, the Turk wanted the boys for himself, and since his presence at the Manor party showed his sexual tastes, it did not take a genius to guess exactly what he wanted them for.

A short while later Billy started to stir, and then he too woke up from his deep slumber. Once again John explained what little he knew, but even in the dark he could tell his younger brother was even more terrified about their situation than Jamie. John put his arms around both boys, hugging them tight to his body, then gently kissed each one in turn on their head. The youngsters responded by curling their arms around the older boy, and hugged him tight. John knew he had to be strong, as now he was the only one who could protect these two young kids. John's father was a long way away now, and would have no idea where they were, or where they were going.

Slowly the noises round the room became more frequent, and low whispers could be heard coming from various quarters. John was beginning to wonder how long they would be kept in this dark room. Surely the Turk had not gone to the trouble of kidnapping them if his only intention was to starve them to death. John had no idea how long he had been awake waiting, indeed for all he knew it was now nighttime, and the crew were in bed. He was just starting to consider moving round the room to try and find a way out, when he heard what sounded like footsteps coming towards the room. Then, at last, his eyes spotted a chink of light, like what would come though a crack in the door. Seconds later he heard bolts being drawn back, and then the door swung open and the whole room became unbearable light as figures carrying bright lanterns stepped inside. Jamie had to hold his hands before his face, the light hurt his eyes so much, but gradually they became adjusted and he could peer out to look.

They were situated in a fair sized storeroom, with an assortment of boxes and barrels scattered around within. It was also immediately clear that they were not the only ones taken captive, as there was a number of other boys in the room, slumped down singly or in small groups, and also blinking against the recently arrived light. Jamie estimated there had to be at least two dozen children in here with him, and they all look as frightened and confused as he was himself. When his eyes could finally look in the direction of the lanterns, he saw that six men had entered the room, two of whom were holding the bright lights. None of them had said anything yet, they simply stood smiling, as they cast their eyes over the assembled boys, no doubt admiring their catch. All of the men were foreigners, but one of them was finely dressed in black trousers, a white silk shirt, and a waistcoat. Jamie recognised him as the man they had seen just before they were knocked out. It was obvious that he was in charge, and it was he that broke the silence.

"Welcome to my ship boys, my name is Captain Abdul, but you will refer to me as master. If you do as you're told, then this journey will be much more tolerable for you, if you do not, then it will be very unpleasant indeed."

The Turk stepped back and pointed to two rings attached to the wall. Hung up besides this was an array of punishment devices, including straps, whips, and some long nasty looking canes.

"That is how I will deal with disobedience, if you me give a reason, I will not hesitate to chain any of you in place there and make you pay for your crimes."

The assembled boys stared at the dreaded spot the Turk was showing them in dismay, none of them wanted to try it out.

"OK, get up all of you and stand in a line," Abdul said, and then turned and barked some orders to his men in a language the boys could not understand. The boys slowly pulled themselves to their feet, wincing at the pain in their aching limbs.

"What do we do now?" Jamie whispered to John.

"For the moment, just do everything they ask," John replied, although he knew that he hardly had a choice.

Two of the men started yanking the boys into position to form a rough line that stretched over the length of the storeroom. Jamie cast his eyes over the assembled boys, and noticed that they obviously came from a variety of backgrounds, as some where wearing good quality clothing, whilst other youngsters was in little more than some dirty rags. They were a young bunch, probably between 9 and 14 years in age. Judged on height alone, John, just a few months short of his 15th birthday, was probably the eldest, although one other boy looked almost as tall. All the boys were very good looking, the Turk had obviously hand selected the ones to be kidnapped, and had only wanted beautiful boys. Most were blond or fair-haired, so clearly the Captain had a preference for this type.

Abdul positioned a chair at the head of the line, and stared intently at the boy at the front, who was clearly wishing he was somewhere else.

"Step forward boy," the Turk commanded, and still trembling the young boy obeyed.

Jamie thought the lad looked just a bit older than himself, his light brown hair was very dishevelled and looked in urgent need of a good comb, but then all the boys looked a bit rough after what they had been through during the last few days.

Abdul pulled a small notebook from his pocket, and a pencil. He then looked up, and simply said.

"Okay boy, strip, everything off."

The young boy looked stunned, and for a moment hesitated before saying.

"I'm sorry, what was that sir?"

"I am not your school teacher boy," the man barked angrily, "You will address me as master, not sir, and you heard what I said, unless you think a few licks of the strap will help your hearing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, s…, master," he replied.

Startled by this, and with the threat still ringing in his ears, the young kid started to quickly remove his clothes, although he paused before he removed his final undergarment, in the vain hope the man would say that he could leave that on. When he was naked, the hapless lad went bright red with embarrassment, as all the men and boys in the room stared at his nude form. The child held his hands over his genitals, but the round globes of his ass was open for all to see. Abdul beamed as he feasted on the smooth flesh of the attractive boy. He barked an order to one of his men, who moved over and opened up one of the crates, removing some biscuits and dried meat. This he placed on a barrel before him, and then opening a cock in the same barrel poured out some water into a wooden cup. Jamie thought it was ironic that while they had all waited in the dark, suffering from hunger and thirst, all the time they had been in a storeroom with plenty of both.

"Right boy, I am going to ask you some questions, you will answer them truthfully, and when I am satisfied, you can have a drink and some food. Are you thirsty boy?"

"Yes, master," he replied.

"Okay, come closer to me."

The boy obeyed, and when he was within arms reach of the man, he slapped away the kid's hands, telling them to leave his arms at his sides. Abdul looked at the boy's tiny cock, and turning to his men made a comment, which made them all laugh. The unhappy youngster just felt even more embarrassed.

"Okay, what's your name?"

"Ricky, I mean Richard. Richard Brown."

"Age?"

"11."

"Let's see, hair light brown, eyes also brown, no freckles, height about four feet." Abdul was talking to himself at this point, and jotting things down in his small notebook.

"Penis, an inch and a half," he reached over to pull the boys prick up, and then commented, "Scrotum still not dropped."

He made a few other remarks on the boy's physical characteristics, and then putting his book down, pulled the child so he was between his legs, and started running his hands all over the kid's ass, and down his sides. Most of the onlookers were bewildered as to what the man was trying to learn through this, and assumed he was doing it because he was enjoying it. Whilst this was certainly true, Abdul's true purpose was rather more subtle, as all the time he felt up the boy, he was watching the child's face for a reaction. What he saw was a mixture of confusion, embarrassment, and discomfort. It was what he was hoping for, maybe the boy had been untouched. The man leaned back, then asked.

"Okay boy, tell me, have you ever sucked a cock?"

The question came out of the blue, and the boy it was aimed at looked absolutely stunned.

"Err, sir, I mean Master, I don't really understand."

"Of course you do boy, you know what a cock is don't you," and he grabbed the kid's little penis to prove his point. Ricky nodded, he had heard the word cock used by older boys at school, but he had not ever used it himself.

"Well then, have you ever had the cock of a man, or another boy in your mouth?"

Poor Ricky was still confused, why would he ever have done that he thought.

"No, Master, never."

Abdul smiled, it was what he wanted to hear, and it was clear to all those present.

"Okay, so you haven't ever sucked cock, but have you been fucked in the ass?"

This time Ricky clearly had no idea what the man meant. He had heard the word 'fuck' before, but had no idea what it meant. Abdul read the confusion on the boy's face and laughed.

"Let me make it plain for you. Has anyone ever pushed his cock up your bottom hole." The boy looked stunned at the suggestion, then replied.

"No, never."

A smile spread over Abdul's face, the boy was either a virgin or one hell of an actor. He pulled the boy over his lap, and once more felt up his beautiful rump, before he gently prised the kid's cheeks apart, and stared at the little pink treasure within. Abdul licked his finger and gently inserted the tip. The boy yelped, and it was the final proof he needed. He pushed the boy up, then told him he could get dressed and go have his food and drink. Ricky did not need a second invitation, and quickly dressing he rushed over and gratefully gulped down the water before gobbling the food down in seconds. Now everyone was half wishing they had gone first.

"Go stand over there," Abdul commanded after the boy had finished, then he ordered the next boy forward. With the procedure established, everything went smoothly the second time round. The second boy was slightly older than Ricky, and quickly stripped to the buff. He said he had never sucked or been fucked, and was soon joining Ricky in one of the corners of the room. The third boy, who looked around 13, answered the same, though a hint of hesitance was in both answers. The fact was that the kid had been sucking his older brother for years, and had recently been weekly ass fucked by both the brother and another friend. Yet he was certain the fell Turk would be furious hearing this, so he answered no, after all, how would the man know any better.

Yet Abdul was no novice in dealing with boys, he had watched the boy's answers, and seen the rather different reaction when he felt the boy up. When he had the lad over his lap, his finger easily penetrated the boy, and he pushed it most of the way in without so much as a whimper from the owner of the violated hole. This was the final proof Abdul needed, the boy had lied.

Suddenly a wave of spanks was hitting the poor boy's unprotected bottom, as Abdul again and again struck his young ass cheeks with all his strength. The boy was soon wailing and crying but the Turk was yelling like a mad man.

"You liar, never, never lie to your master, you have been fucked haven't you?"

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," the boy replied between sobs and shouts.

"Are you sure, do I need to tie you to the rings and whip the truth from you boy?"

"No, Master, I'm sorry."

Abdul pushed the boy off his lap, and he dropped down at the man's feet, his young face stained with tears.

"Now answer me again, have you sucked a cock."

"Yes," the boy whimpered.

"Louder, tell us all what you have done."

"I have sucked cock," the boy shouted, the humiliation of having to confess like this added to his misery.

"And have you been fucked."

"Yes, I have been ass fucked."

"Go into that other corner now," Abdul shouted at him, and the boy crawled off. He was not permitted to either retrieve his clothes or have any food and drink, but he simply sat in the corner and rued his foolishness.

The fourth boy, a blond 13-year-old beauty, looked terrified as he took his turn. When the crucial two questions came up he answered truthfully, and that was yes twice. The Turk looked a bit disappointed, but did not shout at the boy. He checked out the boy's ass, and after letting him have his food and drink he was sent to join the distressed third boy.

Thus it went on, as boy after boy was examined and questioned, and then dispatched to the relevant corner. All the boys answered truthfully, as it was not obvious if it was advantageous to be in one group or the other, and no one wanted to be caught lying.

To start with the group with the boy virgins was in the majority. Two boys, a young boy of 8 and another of 12, admitted to having sucked, but had not been fucked, so were sent to join the virgins. However nearer the end of the line came John, Billy and Jamie, all of which obviously answered yes to both of the sexual questions. The two boys following them had also been fucked, but the last of these was a little child of just 8, who looked the smallest of the whole group. He was a cute little kid, and admitted to being fucked without a hint of embarrassment. Abdul found this hard to believe, but soon discovered that he could shove two fingers into the child without so much as a wince. Abdul threw his arms in the air in frustration.

"I would have expected the sons of commoners to have succumbed to the vulgar tastes of their class, but many of these are from families in the gentry. I was hoping they would prove to be more pure. It seems that the nobility are every bit as keen on a piece of boy ass as their lower counterparts."

The captain's first mate, who was also present in the room, was also surprised that so many of their captives had already lost their virginity at such a tender age, but decided to offer his boss an explanation.

"I am sure it is because of their schooling captain. The sons of nobles attend boarding schools, in such an environment, it is no surprise that the elder boys take advantage of the bottoms of their younger peers, particularly such pretty ones as these."

Abdul nodded, then returned to his task. The conversation had taken place in Turkish, so none of the boys understood the man's frustration. The final boy was 14, he was the second eldest and biggest, after John. He turned out to be completely innocent of sexual acts, a fact he was almost embarrassed to admit, given the large number of much younger boys that had had plenty of sexual experience.

By the end, the non-virgins had twelve boys in their group, and the virgins had just 14. Abdul had hoped for better.

"Do not worry sir," Kanesh, the first mate said, "An attractive boy can give you many years of pleasure, yet you take his virginity on only one night."

Abdul agreed that it was true, he still had 26 of the most beautiful boys in England, which was a good enough reason to be happy.

With the examinations over, the boys were gathered together then led out of the storeroom. They did not go far, before reaching two doors one either side of the corridor. The virgin group were sent through one door, whilst the others were sent in the other. It was obvious that Abdul did not trust that the sexually active boys would keep their hands off his precious virgins.

Their new room was smaller than the storeroom they had left, and had a number of sacks placed in bundles, which were obviously for the boys to use as beds. Despite its smaller size, the new room had one big advantage over the storeroom, and that was a couple of portholes. At least it got some natural light, although little beyond starlight was coming through at the time, as it was dark outside.

The door was locked behind them, though the boys had hardly had time to choose a bed, and start introducing one another when the door opened once more and Abdul and his first mate Kanesh stepped inside.

Kanesh spoke no English, so the men conversed in Turkish only, but the boys could tell that they were the subject of the men's conversation.

"Well then Kanesh my friend," Abdul said. "It is time for you to receive your first payment for helping me with this venture, which of these boys do you want in your bed tonight."

"They are all beautiful sir. Since you ordered the crew to remain on board during our three days in Southampton, I have not fucked a boy since I left home. Any of them will more than satisfy my cock."

Abdul laughed at his comment. "That I can believe. Unlike yourself, many boys have been spitted on the end of my prick over the few months of my stay in England. The streets are filled with youngsters selling themselves, and it's not hard to find some mother or father that will prostitute their son for a few pennies. Britain has a reputation as a puritan state, where sex is not mentioned in polite society. Yet in private it is a different affair, they fornicate like rabbits, and every possible vice is practised."

"I wish I could have experienced that," Kanesh said.

"Well you have the next best thing here, choose Kanesh, you will find that when properly handled, young English boys give one a most pleasurable fuck."

"I can't wait, but since I must choose, I will have that young blond boy sitting near the window," Kanesh pointed out the 13 year old boy that had been the fourth in the line during the examinations. "I have never fucked a blond boy before, and he is a real beauty."

"He is yours," Abdul said, and ordered the boy to approach them.

"You will be spending the night with Kanesh tonight," he told the boy, "He has not lain with a boy for many weeks, and I expect you to fulfil all his wishes and to give him pleasure. If I hear otherwise, you will be severely whipped."

The boy nodded, and then was led away by the first mate, who was eyeing the youth with unconcealed lust. Abdul went for a boy with long dark brown hair that hung to his shoulders. He remembered the boy as having had a particularly smooth and firm ass when he had felt him up during the examinations. He checked his notebook, and reminded himself of what he had learnt of the boy. His name was Joseph, and at the tender age of 12 should still have a nice tight anus. Joseph followed the man out without hesitation, but Abdul could see the boy was scared.

Joseph was impressed with the Captain's cabin, the furnishing was all of the highest quality, including the large bed that dominated the centre. Abdul sat down at a table at the far end where there was a fine spread of food laid out. Joseph was amazed when the man told him to sit down and help himself, an offer he did not refuse, as soon the hungry boy was stuffing himself. This was either a rare moment of kindness by the Turk, or else he did not like having sex with a starving boy. Joseph reckoned it was the latter, but in any case as he gulped the food down he was suddenly quite pleased the man had picked him.

Abdul remained quiet as they ate, simply glancing at the eating boy from time to time. When they had finished, he instructed the child to undress and go lie on the bed. Joseph walked over to the huge bed, and started removing his clothes. His heart was beating fast now, he knew what the man wanted, but was nervous about what he would have to do, and whether he would be good enough at it. As he laid his naked body on the bed, the young boy had never felt so vulnerable, so unprotected.

Abdul stood and looked at the boy for a short while, then walked over to a wardrobe and started to remove his own clothing. Joseph attended a boarding school, so had seen hundreds of naked boys before, but never a naked man. He stared in fascination at the Turk's muscular hairy chest, his powerful forearms, and the firm shape of his ass. The boy felt a stirring in his loins, but his fear kept him from getting an erection. Abdul put on a long silk robe, but as he span round, Joseph got a glimpse of his cock before the robe was tied up with a belt. It was still soft, but it looked huge to the youngster, and he wondered how big it would be when fully erect. Despite his fear, there was big part of him that wanted to see it hard.

The Turk lay down on the bed, and started to gently stroke the naked boy beside him, whilst his eyes feasted on the child's beautiful body. Joseph was quite small for his age, and also skinny, so that as Abdul ran his hands across the boy's chest he could feel every rib. He sensed the kid's nervousness, but that only heightened his own excitement. He leaned down and kissed the boy full on his lips, first gently, then much more forcefully as his tongue slipped into the youngster's mouth. They held the embrace for a long time, and when eventually the man pulled away, Joseph's little cock had indeed gone hard, despite his fear.

If the man noticed it, he did not say so, and he simply ordered the boy to turn over onto his stomach.

Abdul spent a long time stroking and massaging the boy's bottom. The cheeks were firm, yet still soft and smooth, just the way he liked them. Young Joseph's heart was racing at a furious pace now as he lay, his face buried in the soft sheets of the bed. He was bracing himself for what he was sure would come next, namely the feel of a long hard pole pushing between his small ass cheeks. Yet instead he felt Abdul lightly slap his bum, and told him to once more turn over. As he did so, he saw that the man was looking very relaxed, his robe was still fastened, and he was currently preparing his pipe for a smoke.

"Before you pleasure me boy, I wish first for you to tell me about the first time you were fucked. Give me all the details, and do not think about lying, you know how I deal with those who do."

Joseph thought it was an odd request, but he had no reason to lie. Obviously hearing about how a boy lost his virginity was one of the Turk's perversions.

Joseph had smelt burning tobacco before, but as smoke from the pipe started to fill the room, the smell was unfamiliar to him. Still it was quite pleasant, and it helped him relax.

"Well then, where did it happen?" Abdul asked.

"It was at school."

"I should have guessed, and did you submit willingly?"

"Not really, at least not to start with," the boy answered, and from the smile that went across the Turk's face, he could tell that that was the type of tale the man preferred.

"Well come on then, tell me everything."

"When you leave prep school at 11, and join the main school, all boys are assigned as fags to an older prefect. I was made the fag of a boy called Frank.."

"I have heard about your school system, it sounds like the prefects have a lot of power over the younger boys," Abdul interrupted.

"They do, the prefects are responsible for order and discipline in the school, and are permitted to beat the other boys when they see fit. Many abuse their power in other ways too," the boy said.

"I bet they did," Abdul added with a smile. "I spent a few years as a boy in England, which is why I speak your language so well. However I had a private tutor, though now I wish my father had sent me to a school, I would have enjoyed being a prefect."

Joseph did not doubt he would have, but wondered if he would have enjoyed the many beatings, and other tortures he would have endured as a younger pupil, before he would have had the chance to become a prefect. The boy kept such thoughts to himself, and carried on with his story.

"I had hardly been at the school for a week before Frank found an opportunity to beat me, I had slightly burnt his morning toast, the making of which was one of my responsibilities as his fag. Frank was responsible for the first years in our house, and I had already witnessed other boys being punished by him, so I knew what to expect. As first years we could only be caned by the head prefect, so Frank used a slipper on his unfortunate victim's backsides. All the same, from the howls of the boys I could tell that it still hurt a lot. For punishment boys were not required to bare their bottoms to any but the senior prefect, but Frank would always offer the offending boy less strokes if he dropped his shorts and underwear. This was an offer they invariably took up, as the flimsy garments offered little protection, and all the boys knew that mean Frank preferred spanking a boy on his bare bottom, and would hit a boy much harder if denied this chance."

"Boys should always been beaten nude," Abdul remarked, "it is the only way they learn respect for their betters."

Joseph ignored the comment, and continued. "It was not my first beating, as I been whipped many times before both at home and at prep school. Frank had already seen me naked, as he had supervised our bath night that first week, a highly coveted job amongst the elder boys. Thus when he said I could have just three hits instead of six if I bared my bum, I quickly pulled down my shorts. He made me bend over the armchair in his office, and after a short paused I heard a loud clap, and a very sharp shot of pain on my bottom. I had never felt anything so painful, and the whole school must have heard me yell. I was sure pleased I went for just three hits, as I knew I would not have been able to stand any more. The next two strokes were just as bad, and my bottom felt like it was on fire when he had finished. As I lay sobbing, he lightly stroked my burning cheeks, something I had not seen him do to any of the other boys.

After this he was actually nicer to me than before, and when I burnt his toast again I only suffered a telling off. However about two weeks later I got too sloppy, I was late getting up one day, and as it was my responsibility to wake Frank up and help him dress, he too was late getting ready. Unfortunately unknown to me he had an early lesson that day, and due to me arrived a few minutes late, for which he was caned by the master. I knew I was in for it later that day, and when he summoned me to his office, he was furious. He did not even bother to offer me to keep my pants up, but just demanded that I bare my bottom and bend over the chair. He said I was going to get thirty hard swats. I almost died when he said that, I knew how painful even three swats were, and thirty seemed an unbelievable number. I started crying and begged Frank to be more lenient, but he would not have it, I said I would do anything if he would not be so mean. He thought about this and said, he would not spank me if I gave him a blowjob. I did not know what he meant at first, but when he explained it, I was quite shocked. I had messed about a number of times with other boys my age, like feeling each others willies and bums, but I had never considered a boy taking the penis of another into his mouth. All the same it sounded much more preferable to thirty wacks of the slipper, so I agreed.

Frank told me to get down on my knees, and he lowered his trousers, and underpants. His penis was much bigger than any I had seen before, and after he had pulled on it for a bit with his hand it got real hard, and even bigger. He said I had better do him good or he would whip me anyway, so when he demanded I start licking his rod and balls I did it straight away, and tried to make him happy. He soon started moaning, and telling me to open my mouth he shoved his hard tool inside and told me to suck on it. It tasted real strange, but I sucked as hard as I could, and he started to moan a lot more. Frank then began shoving himself in and out of my mouth, getting faster and faster. My jaw started to ache, and it was getting difficult to breathe. Yet it did not last long before the prefect screamed and I felt some thick sticky liquid pouring into my mouth. Frank demanded that I swallow it to avoid making a mess in his room, which I did. The taste was rather strange, but no worse than the awful milk pudding the cook made us eat at school.

After that day, Frank always seemed to be finding excuses to want to beat me, and each time would make the same offer, which I would invariably accept. Pretty soon, he was demanding that I suck him almost daily, even when I had done nothing wrong. I did not mind, as blowing him was not too bad, and I got quite good at it. Also I wanted him to be pleased with me. Often we would both get completely undressed, and he would get himself hard by rubbing himself against me, which I found very enjoyable, but it always ended with him exploding in my mouth. Anyway one day I screwed up bad again. This time I had ruined a tea party he had organised for some of the other prefects, when I forgot to order the cakes. When they had all left Frank pulled out the slipper, and demanded that I strip and bend over. I said I would blow him, but that was not going to work this time, as he knew he could get that anyhow. Instead he said the only way I could avoid a slippering is if I let him fuck me. I had no idea what he meant, but I knew it would be something to do with sex, which sounded preferable to a beating. After I had accepted his terms, he told me to get undressed, and he went to lock the door of his office.

When we were both naked, we went and lay on his bed, and he started by rubbing himself on me, which I really enjoyed. I could feel his thing had gone very hard, and mine was the same too. After a few minutes he told me to lie on my belly, and then he lay on top of me, and I could feel him pushing his hard prick between the cheeks of my bum. It was very pleasant, I thought, if this was fucking it was real nice. Anyway I could tell by his gasps above me that he was getting very excited, and then Frank got off me, and pulled my waist up, so that my bottom was stuck up in the air. He then pulled my cheeks apart, and I felt the head of his penis up against my rear hole. When he started trying to push inside, I finally realised what it was he wanted to do, but I still thought nothing off it. He had no success to start with, and I could hear him swearing behind me. So he got a lot rougher, pulling my hole apart with his hands whilst he rammed his hard rod with all his strength. Finally the head popped inside, and I screamed with the pain. He ignored my cries, and just began to batter his pole further up inside me. It was agony, my poor ass felt like it was being ripped in two, and I started to sob, but Frank just got more excited and started to bugger me with force. I don't remember much after that, it was pretty painful, but eventually he shot his cum inside me and pulled out.

He had loved the experience, and not surprisingly a couple of days later he wanted to fuck me again, although I begged him not to do it. Yet he said that he had found out what he had done wrong last time, and that was that he had not used a lubricant. He also said that it did not hurt as much a second time. I still refused, but he threatened me with 100 hits of the slipper, so I had no choice. Even with the cream he used to lubricate his penis, it still hurt some, but not nearly as much as the first time.

After this he fucked me about once a week for the rest of the school year, and after a while it did not hurt at all, and sometimes he pulled my own small prick whilst he fucked me, which I loved. It finally stopped when I became a second year and was no longer a fag. He got himself another fag from the new first years, a cute little boy with fair curly hair. I heard that it was just a few days before he started fucking that boy."

"And you never reported Frank to any of your teachers?" Abdul asked.

"Of course not!," Frank said, looking rather shocked at the suggestion. "The golden rule of all school boys is that you never tell on another boy. If I had done that, no other boy in the school would have ever spoken to me again."

Abdul smiled, only a bully would invent such a rule, as clearly it was the victims that suffered under it. Still it served some purpose, as it helped instil a sense of honour in the boys at a young age, something he knew was very important to the English aristocracy. The Turk bent over and kissed the boy long and hard. Joseph had proved to be a good storyteller, and when the man pulled open his robe to reveal his rock hard cock, it showed how much he had enjoyed the tale. Joseph stared in amazement at the large tool, it was the biggest he had ever seen, a lot bigger that that of his old prefect Frank. He guessed it was 8 or 9 inches in length, very thick, and curved gently along its length, like a scimitar. Abdul enjoyed watching the boy's expression as his eyes locked on to the weapon, his prick twitching with the thought of the pleasures to come.

"You claim to have become a good sucker boy, we shall see if this is true, suck me now," the Turk demanded.

Joseph gulped, he was once more getting nervous, but at the same time very excited, and he was curious to know what it would be like to suck on the grown man's large cock. He slowly made his way down the Turk's body, and he felt Abdul shudder when his soft boy hand took a hold of the hard pole. Opening his mouth as wide as possible Joseph managed to get the head and a few inches inside, and he started blowing the man using all the skills he had picked up during his year and a half at his old school. Abdul leaned back and let the boy work, revelling in the feel of the child's soft lips and tongue working on his sensitive organ. After about five minutes, the man grew impatient to feel his cock deeper inside the boy's mouth, so he started pushing Joseph's head down. This got in another inch or so, but there was still a good part of the Turk's thick cock left outside. He pushed again, but this time Joseph choked, and pulled his mouth off, coughing. Abdul was not pleased.

"How dare you stop without permission," and poor Joseph immediately started sucking again in an attempt to placate the man. Abdul kept on trying to push further of himself into the boy's small mouth, but each time, the boy gagged and started coughing. Eventually, Abdul gave up, and told the boy to stop.

"In my country we expect a boy to take a man's penis completely into his mouth. You must learn to let it slip down your throat, and breath between each suck. Still I have no wish to teach you now, get on your hands and knees boy, I will fuck you now. At least in your ass I will find a hole capable of taking in my entire prick."

Joseph was not too sure about that, he gulped when he thought of that huge prick buried inside of him, and wondered how it would feel. He had not been fucked for several months now, and he actually missed the sensation of being joined so intimately with another person. The thought that he was to experience that again both excited and frightened the boy. Slowly the youngster moved to the centre of the bed, and assumed the position he had been told to. Abdul shuffled into position behind the boy, his large erection sprouting out before him. He pushed down on the boy's shoulders so that his face was buried in a pillow on the bed, leaving the youngster's bum thrust obscenely in the air. He then pulled the boy's knees far apart, leaving him further exposed. Abdul stroked the child's soft ass cheeks, and lets his hand run down the curved back before him. He enjoyed the sight of the beautiful child for a short while, before prising apart the cheeks to gaze at the small pink hole that was to provide him with relief that night. The anus easily opened up, showing the boy was no virgin, but he had little doubt that such a young kid would still prove to be a tight fuck. Abdul's prick glistened with the boy's saliva, which would provide the only lubricant for the penetration. He knew of men that deliberately dried their penis before fucking a boy, enjoying the sight of the agony a dry fuck would inflict on their victim, but Abdul did not do this. Not out of consideration for the boy, he simply found a wet fuck more comfortable. As he lined his penis up to the lad's beautiful bumhole, he had just one more instruction for the boy.

"When I fuck a boy, I expect him to be silent. If you feel any pain, then you should keep this to yourself."

Young Joseph lay waiting for the fucking to begin, his little heart pounding at 100 miles per hour. He knew this was going to be more than a bit uncomfortable. He had certainly been fucked before, but that had not been by a cock of the kind of dimensions of that currently lined up to his anus. Also it had been June last year when he had last felt a hard prick inside him, when Frank had buggered him vigorously on the final day of term, before the boys departed for their summer break. During his second year he had messed about with some boys of his own age, and even sucked and been sucked by a few, but no one had screwed him. When the slick head of the man's cock started slowly easing into him, Joseph felt his anus being stretched like it had never been before, and as the huge battering ram progressed further on its route the boy bit down on the pillow to try stop himself from crying out.

Abdul of course felt nothing but sheer pleasure as the child's tight fuck tube constricted his straining prick. He watched with satisfaction as ever more of his long prong disappeared into the boy's rectum. After about six inches, he encountered more resistance as the natural tightness of the lad resisted further penetration. Yet Abdul was determined to get all the way into the boy, and after a few strong shoves, the resistance was broken and his loins smashed into the boy's rump as his hard cock was buried inside to the hilt. The man paused to enjoy the ecstasy of the moment. He had fucked many boys before, but he never tired of it, and took particular pleasure in the initial penetration. He could feel the pressure building in his balls as they strained to release their load, so he stayed still for a short time to allow his passions to cool. This at least gave Joseph a short while to become accustomed to the feel of the huge object inserted in his anus. Eventually the Turk began a slow fucking motion, pulling his long prick out so that just the tip remained inside before he rammed it home again. His breathing increased as he picked up the pace, and after some minutes the loud slap of the man slamming into the boy's ass could be heard once a second. Abdul was yelling out in excitement. It appeared that although he liked his boys to remain silent, he was happy to make as much noise himself as he pleased. Suddenly he went completely still, his body tensing up, before his cum gushed out from his prick, and started filling up the boy's insides. The Turk collapsed on the bed, with the poor young boy squashed underneath him.

When the man finally rolled off Joseph, the big prick came out with a loud plop, and some cum leaked out of the gaping hole. Abdul remained silent for a while, slowly stoking the skin of the motionless boy.

"You were a satisfactory fuck boy," the man said at last, "You will need to learn to manipulate the muscles of your anus more, to help increase the pleasure of the man that fucks you. There is much you must learn now boy, for your former life is passed, and you will not see England again, or at least not for many years. For now your chief function will be to provide sexual gratification to men, be it a single master, or to many if you end up in a brothel. You must understand that when a man and boy have sex, the pleasure of the man is all that is important. If the boy does, or does not get enjoyment, is completely irrelevant. You must use your whole body, and particularly your mouth and anus to maximise the enjoyment of the men that lay with you. Skill in this art will be something that you will learn. Sleep now boy, and recover your strength. In the morning I will teach you to suck me deeper, and after that I will fuck you again. Only it will not be the easy time you had tonight, I am always more active in the morning, and the fuck will be more vigorous and in several positions."

With that said, Abdul lay down and was soon asleep. For Joseph sleep did not come so easily, even though he was exhausted. It was not the burning sensation that still ran through his ass keeping him awake, nor the thought of what he had to face in the morning, but what the man had said at the end. Ever since Joseph had been kidnapped outside his old school just a few days ago, this whole adventure had seemed like a bad dream, and he still expected to wake up, safe in his own bed. Yet now he knew this to be false, he was destined to be a sex toy to foreign men, far from his home and family. He would simply be used by the men, without consideration for his own pleasure. This was exactly what the Captain had already done, Joseph could not recall a single occasion when the man had even touched his own small boy cock, even though it had surprisingly gone hard on a few occasions. The boy realised that he may never see his mother or father again, or any of his school chums, and he was having to fight back the tears as these thoughts entered his mind. Yet he knew he had to be quiet, or else the captain would get angry with him. It was Joseph's fear, and a boy's natural self-preservation instinct that won over his emotions, and stopped him from breaking out into uncontrollable sobs.

When Joseph was escorted to the room containing the other boys he found them already awake, and having just finished breakfast. It had been a relatively uninteresting meal of bread, dried meat and some water, but the hungry boys had gulped it down very quickly. Fortunately Joseph himself had already had a far superior breakfast in the captain's own quarters, though the boy felt he had certainly earned it. His jaw and throat ached from the practice of deep throating the Turk's large cock, and his ass was very sore, as the man had been as good as his word in the way he had fucked the boy that morning. The other boys looked relieved to see that Joseph had returned safely, they had all been worried that the evil captain may have murdered him, yet now they could see that he was in reasonable shape, with no visible bruises or other scars. However from the awkward way the youngster walked, there was little doubt as to what the captain had been doing with him.

Joseph noticed that the boy who had gone off with the ship's first mate was also back. For the other ten boys the night had been less eventful. Shortly after Joseph had left, another, somewhat scruffier, crewmember had come in and pointed to one of the boys. The chosen lad came forward, and it was looking like all of them would be departing that night. However rather than taking the boy with him, the man had simply dropped his trousers and with some pretty crude gesturing, was clearly demanding a blow job. After he had shot off into the boy's mouth he pulled up his pants and left. Clearly crew other than the captain and first mate were limited to just a suck. About 20 minutes later another sailor popped in, and was surprised when a boy immediately walked up to him and offered his mouth. The delighted man, was only too happy to accept, and ten minutes later filled his sucker's mouth with a good quantity of sticky sperm. The boy greedily swallowed this down, and the man laughed at the sight, muttering something the boy did not understand. The boy in question had been the one that had been spanked during the inspection, and having missed out on the food and water the others got, had been so thirsty he was willing to drink anything. Much to the still thirsty boy's disappointment, that was the last visitor the boys had all night, and so they all got some sleep.

When the sun had come up, the boys finally were able to see their fellow captives, and John had got each one to tell them something about himself, so that they should at least be properly introduced. Once Joseph had rather gingerly sat down on the sacks provided, John got him to do the same, and then he introduced the boy to all his new companions.

"My name is John, I am 14, and this is Billy my brother and our friend Jamie. They are both 10. We were all grabbed together and brought here." John thought it important to mention everyone's ages, as it helped remind all the boys that he was the eldest, and thus the undisputed leader.

"Going round, we have Danny, 13 years old, he used to work in a Hotel before being kidnapped. You may remember that Danny had the misfortune of being the first mate's companion last night." Like Billy and Jamie had, Danny raised his hand to Joseph as he was introduced. Joseph noticed that the pretty boy lay on his stomach, so he guessed his ass was pretty sore as well. It was through Danny's work as a Hotel bellboy that he had run into Abdul, as the Turk had stayed in the hotel during his time England. Many of the Hotel's guests had fallen in love with the stunning youth the moment they saw him, and noticing these attentions, Danny had started a very lucrative side line in selling sexual favours to the men. He was so successful, the income derived through this dwarfed his wage as a lowly bellboy. Unfortunately when he ran into Abdul, the Turk purchased the boy's ass for the night, then decided he was so attractive, that he was worth kidnapping, despite the fact that the man knew he was no virgin.

"The two in the corner," John continued, pointing out two boys sat close together, "Are 13 year old Patrick, and his little brother Timmy, who is 9. They are the sons of a London merchant, and were kidnapped whilst out with their nanny." It was easy to see the pair were brothers, as they looked quite alike, with light brown hair, and large brown eyes. Joseph noticed that the younger boy, Timmy, looked terrified, and was sitting very close to his older brother. He was obviously taking this situation hard.

"Next is Andrew, 12 years old, and the son of a doctor," John said, pointing out the boy who had been unfortunate to get himself spanked during the examinations the night before. Andrew was a little happier now he had had some food, and a drink of water, which quenched his thirst rather better than a mouthful of spunk, which was all he had had the night before.

"The imp you see there," John said, pointing out the youngest of all the boys, "Is only eight years old, and like me is also called John, so to avoid confusion we will call him Little John." The young lad pulled a face at John, but did not really mind his new name. He was easily the cutest of the bunch, with soft curly blond hair, shiny blue eyes, and a bunch of freckles crowed round his tiny button nose. All the boys wondered what such a young kid was doing in their sexually experienced group, but the truth was he had had more sex than most of them. His parents died when he was just two, and he and his six elder brothers went to live with a rich old Aunt in the country. Without parental restraint, and in a rather boring environment, the eldest boys learnt about sex from the boy-chasing gardener, and they quickly passed this on to their younger brethren. With the golden rule being that an elder brother always got to fuck a younger one, John had been getting buggered for as long as he could remember. He had grown into quite a little catamite, and liked nothing better than a thick cock in his rectum.

"That's Tony, next one on from Little John. He's 12, and is a gypsy boy, he used to work in a circus." The boy also had the dubious honour of being the only one that had not been abducted, since his mean Uncle had sold him to the Turk. Tony cut quite a contrast from the other, mostly blond or fair-haired boys. His hair was jet-black, and his skin quite dark, giving him a Mediterranean look. His beauty lay in his wild, untamed sexuality, and his piercing green eyes that seemed to hide a mysterious side. Of all the boys, he looked the least scared.

"Stephen is the boy on your left," John said to Joseph, referring to a young brown haired cutie. "He is only 11, and is the son of a Vicar." Joseph was sure the Captain would be fascinated to hear how the son of a man of the cloth had lost his virginity.

"Lastly comes Nicholas, the boy on your right, he is also 11, but has declined to give us any details about his background, so we can only guess he is some sort of a prince or something."

The last comment was not really very kind, as from his dress the boy was clearly from a poor background. His trousers were grubby and had holes in them, and his shirt had seen much better days. His long blond hair was quite dirty, but it was still possible to see that there was a gorgeous young boy under all the muck. The fact was that young Nicholas had been embarrassed to reveal anything about himself, since he was just a street boy, having run away from his employer some six months earlier after one savage beating too many. His life on the streets had been fun at first, as he made friends with a lot of other boys in the same position. However he soon learned the downside, of hunger and cold. Shown by another boy that he could earn anything from a penny to half a schilling giving men blowjobs, he started doing this. Desperately hungry just three weeks ago, he had agreed to sell his ass to a tradesman for no more than a hot meal, and a warm bed for the night. Poor Nicholas was in the same boat as Jamie, in that he had not been the original target of the Turk. Abdul had decided he did not want any street boys, though his task would have been a lot easier and cheaper if he gone exclusively for this type. He was sure that street boys would all be dirty, unhealthy, possibly diseased, and almost certainly non-virgin. Thus the man that had abducted Nicholas had actually been assigned to grab the son of a wealthy London aristocrat. However the man's attempt to do this had failed, and so he had searched the streets looking for a homeless boy that looked similar. Nicholas fitted the bill, and so was lured to Southampton on the promise of great riches, and delivered to the Turk. Abdul had seen through the ruse immediately, but it was too late at that stage to get the original target, and since Nicholas was so beautiful, he had accepted him.

"Pleased to meet you all," Joseph said when John had finished, the friendliness of the other boys were making him feel better already.

"Tell us what happened between you and the captain then Joseph," Tony the gypsy boy said. Thus they sat and listened to Joseph tell in some detail what had happened to him that night. As the Turk had discovered, Joseph was an excellent storyteller, and most of the boys had hardons by the time he had finished.

"Sound's like you had it easy," Danny said, which rather surprised Joseph, as that would not have been his description

"The night I spent with the mean ship's first mate was much worse. I certainly did not get a tasty supper or breakfast. He spoke no English, so never said a word to me, he just gestured to show what he wanted. Soon after getting in the room, he had me strip, then he demanded a quick suck, before he got on to what he really wanted, namely to fuck my ass. When the captain told me the man had not fucked a boy for a while, it was easy to believe, as it seemed like he wanted to make up for what he had missed. The chap must have buggered me for close on an hour before he finally climaxed, and pulled his big prick out of my very sore hole. Yet I had hardly started to drift off to sleep, when I felt his cock, once again hard, pushing against the cheeks of my bum. Thus he started to fuck me again. It went on for most of the night, I lost count of how many times that demon had his prick inside me. What's more he was one mean fucker, pounding into me with all his strength, and he liked to bite my ears or neck as he fucked me, or he painfully twisted my nipples, or scratched my chest. When buggering me from behind the man seemed to gain great pleasure in spanking my poor butt at the same time. I tell you, I would gladly sleep with the captain each night if it meant I avoided that devil.

The other boys looked pretty shocked at this description, it was clear that they all wanted to have nothing to do with the man.

Joseph had not yet told them about the final thing the captain had said to him before they went to sleep, but after what Danny had said, he thought he had better get the bad news over with now.

"There is something else," the 12 year old said. "The captain told me that none of us are going home, and we are all going to become the sexual playthings of men, when we finally get to where ever we are heading."

"I had already guessed as much," John said, "If the Turk had intended to ransom us back to our families, then we would never have left England." Young Timmy seemed particularly shocked at this, and looked like he was ready to burst into tears.

"At least we will get a life of sex," John said, trying to cheer the boys up, "It seems preferable to being put to work in some mine or something."

"Maybe," Joseph replied, "But the captain told me that any sex is done purely for the men's pleasure, we will not be permitted to have any fun at all. We will suck and get fucked, and that's it."

"Well he can forget that," John said in disgust, "I always have fun in sex, and I enjoy sucking a cock, or getting fucked."

"You might not enjoy getting fucked by the captain," Young Joseph commented, "His cock was huge, maybe 9 inches in length," and the youngster spread his hands to demonstrate the length. "It hurt like mad to start with when he put it in me."

"I have had bigger than that up me," John returned, "You're still little."

"Well I'm even smaller," Little John piped up. "I've been fucked by all my elder brothers, and the gardener, and his cock must have been 10 inches." The other kids looked in amazement at the cute 8-year-old, it was hard to believe such a little kid could have accommodated a pole that length.

"That's nothing," Stephen, the Vicar's son yelled, taking up the fun "I once had a prick that must have been over a foot in length up me, maybe bigger." This was an exaggeration, but the boy did want to be left out.

"That's nothing, small fry," Tony the gypsy boy replied. "I was once fucked by an elephant, it had a five foot prick, and the head of it came out of my mouth." The boys all started giggling at this tall story, which was the first time any of them had laughed for a few days. The elephant story, whilst obviously false, was based on an actual incident involving the gypsy boy. His mother died when he was just eight, and since no one knew who his father was, Tony went to live with his Uncle, who worked as an animal trainer at a travelling circus. The Uncle never wanted the boy, and always complained that he cost him too much to look after. The man was not into boys himself, but he noticed that some other men had quite an eye for the attractive child. He saw a chance to make money, and offered the boy for sex to any man willing to pay the price. Thus young Tony learnt to suck at a very early age, and shortly after that became accustomed to getting butt fucked. On one occasion a man paid to watch the boy being buggered by one of the dogs his Uncle trained, so whilst he hasn't had sex with an elephant, an animal cock had been up his bum.

"Well if the men are not going to give us any fun, then we will have to provide that ourselves, anyone game?" John said.

"What now?" Joseph said, looking very surprised.

"I don't see why not, unless someone has anything better to do?"

Clearly none of them was going anywhere at the moment, but there were still a few that thought the suggestion seemed a bit crazy.

"What if one of the men come in?" Patrick asked.

"I doubt we will see them till lunch, assuming we get a lunch that is," John replied. "Besides even if they do, we can just say we are practising so as to learn how to pleasure them better."

A number of the boys laughed at the obvious cynicism in John's voice. They were all feeling a bit happier now that they were talking amongst themselves, and none of the mean men were around.

"Well count me in," the gypsy boy said, "All this sex talk has given me one hell of a boner."

"Me too, nothing like some sucking and fucking to cheer us up," yelled Stephen, not something you would have expected from a Vicar's son.

"Ok then, sounds fun," Joseph said, "Only no one's fucking me, I'm still too sore."

"That goes for me too," yelled Danny, "but I am up for anything else."

"Nobody has to do anything they don't want to," John announced.

With the decision made the boys fell silent, and there was an awkward pause as they all waited for something to happen. John had suggested the idea, so he knew he had to make a start.

"Since our glorious host did not properly look after young Joseph, then come over here and I will do it for him. Billy, you do the same for Danny."

"Aye, Aye Captain," Billy said with a grin.

Joseph's eyes sparkled as he wondered what was to follow, but he shuffled over to where the John sat, and waited for the older boy to take control. John told the lovely lad to stand up, and then undoing his belt, lowered the kid's trousers with one tug. Joseph's little erect prick leapt out. It couldn't have been much more than 3 inches long, and the boy's balls had still not dropped, so John realised he was unlikely to be getting any creamy boy cum. All the same it still look tasty, so the older boy engulfed the whole thing in to his mouth and started to gentle suck it whilst he massaged the boy's bum.

Joseph quickly started cooing in delight, and was soon forming a duet with young Danny, who had dropped his trousers and was having both Billy and Jamie lapping away at his prick and balls. The others kids just sat and watched for a while, as they got increasingly turned on. Wondering who was to move next, they were all a bit surprised when the 8-year-old, Little John, got up and completely removed all his clothes. The boy's cocklet was very tiny indeed, but it still stood up proud, and he had a lovely little bottom. Little John got onto his knees and crawled over to his namesake, who was still sucking Joseph. John felt someone trying to pull down his trousers and he lifted his bum to help them achieve this. His cock was already hard, and the teenager was astonished when he looked down from sucking Joseph to see most of his six inches of boy meat had vanished into the mouth of the youngest boy in the group, who was sucking eagerly at it.

Nicholas the street boy had played about a bit with the other homeless kids he hung out with, but most of his sexual experience had been with the men that paid for his service. Consequently he was used to others taking the lead. Fortunately the boy closet to him was Stephen, the vicar's son, whom had had sex with most of the choirboys in his parish, as well as some of the men working there. He slid up to Nicholas, and starting removing the youngster's tattered clothing, a quick job as the poor boy wore nothing but his shirt and trousers. That achieved the two 11-year-olds started deep kissing and feeling each other up. Tony the gypsy boy had had plenty of experience with the other boys that worked at the circus, as well as the men that his uncle sold him to. He crawled over to the nearest unoccupied boy, who was Andrew, the doctor's son. Tony had seen how expertly the boy had blown the crewman the night before, and when he pulled down his trousers to release his 12 year old prick, he was not disappointed as the pretty doctor's boy got straight down to giving him a blow job.

Having succeeded in getting Danny very wet and hard, Billy ripped off his own trousers and underwear, and getting on his back before the boy, pulled his legs up to either side of his head, clearly offering his ass to the blond teenager. Danny was amazed, his only experience had been with the men he had met in the hotel where he had worked, and whilst some of those had sucked him, the boy had never fucked anyone. The bell boy gazed down at the inviting hole shivering in excitement, but following an impatient wriggle by Billy he got the message, and soon had his teenage prick embedded into the young child's ass.

This left young Jamie a bit left out. So the pretty blond child stared a while at the orgy around him. He noticed that the two brothers, Patrick and Timmy were the only ones that had not started anything yet, and so Jamie wandered over to join them. The two brothers were both excited at what they had seen, but were just too embarrassed to start anything in front of everyone else. Their only sexual experience was with each other, carried out in the privacy of their own home when their nanny was not around. The pair had found an erotic book owned by their father, which was lavishly illustrated with pornographic drawings. Although they only showed sex between men and women, there was still large sections on both oral and anal sex, so the two children had tried it all out with each other. Jamie knew none of this, and when he reached the two he started pulling down the trousers of both of them, and they, out of a mixture of fear and excitement, did nothing to impede him. Patrick was the normal height for a 13-year-old, and Jamie found out that the boy had started his journey into puberty. There were a few tuffs of hair over his young cock, and his ballsack had dropped, the two marble sized testicles could be seen hidden with in. In contrast Timmy's genitals were tiny, his cock just a little thin tube, and his balls were no more than a bit of skin drawn tight to his body. The differences made no difference to Jamie, who started licking and sucking each in equal measure.

The orgy just got wilder, as more clothing got removed, and the boy's cries of pleasure got steadily louder. Most of the pairs were soon in the 69 position, each boy sucking away at his mate. Joseph was gasping very loud now, and John could tell that he was close to cuming. He himself was enjoying the attention of the soft tongue and mouth of Little John, and was a bit disappointed when this suddenly stopped. He assumed the boy had moved on elsewhere, but was very surprised when he felt his prick suddenly encased in something much hotter and tighter. The plucky youngster had impaled himself on John's prick, and was now happily lifting up and down enjoying the ride. From the ease that the 8-year-old had done this, it was obvious to all that he had certainly been frequently fucked before.

The action went on for the next couple of hours as the boys swapped partners and positions. Sometimes one or more of them would take a quick break, particularly after cumming, but thanks to the fast recuperative powers of the young, they were soon back into the fray. When they had finally all finished and lay panting round the room, they were all much happier than they had been since their ordeal began. Their problems, albeit temporarily, seemed far away.

Sex brings on both hunger and thirst, and the boys were happy when they did indeed get served lunch, even if it was another tasteless affair. Shortly after this a sharp faced man they had not seen before entered the room. He was carrying a stool in one hand, and a small blackboard in the other. The man sat down on the stool, and then speaking to the boys in very poor English, announced that he was to teach them some Turkish and Arabic. Thus over the next few hours the boys were given a language lesson.

Those boys who had had language lessons before, be it Latin or French, soon realised that the subject matter that they had to learn was very different from standard schoolboy lessons. Normally they started by being taught how to say their name, or how to ask for the time. Yet here the emphasis was on learning to understand commands, particularly sexual ones. Thus they learnt what would be said if a man was demanding that they remove their clothes, or get on their knees to suck him, or the command to roll on to their stomachs and offer their bums to be fucked. They also learnt terms of gratitude and servitude, like 'Thank you Master,' or 'at once Master.' The man would get each pupil to repeat the words, and if he was unhappy with a boy's progress, then the offender would be summoned forward for punishment. This consisted of the boy dropping his trousers, then draping himself over the teacher's knee. About four quick spanks would rain down on the offending boy's bare behind, after which the man stroked the victim's bottom for a while, and sometimes would push his hands between their legs to fondle their cock and balls. The blows were ridiculously light, and to young boys used to harsher chastisement, hardly hurt at all. However, being spanked like a little boy in front of the others was obviously very humiliating, particularly to the older boys, so they all tried their hardest to avoid it. Needless to say the man loved it, and so would summon them for punishment over the lightest of offences. When he had finished the day's teaching session, he picked out Stephen, and told him to strip completely. He felt the boy all over until his own prick was hard, he then got up, dropped his shorts, and in Turkish, commanded the boy to blow him. This young Stephen did, and a few minutes later he had to swallow a good quantity of sperm, as the man emptied his balls down the child's throat.

Having received his payment, the teacher departed, and the boys were left wondering what was to come next. This was nothing at all for some hours, but as it got dark outside, there was a creeping sense of anxiety amongst the boy as they realised nighttime was approaching. They knew that almost certainly the captain, and possibly also the first mate would be coming down to pick his fuck boy for the night. They were all a bit nervous about being picked, particularly by the mean mate, though the idea of a night with the captain did not seem too bad if they got to share dinner with him. They were all hoping that only the captain would be entitled to a boy each night, but these were dashed when Kanesh the mate entered the room. He picked out Andrew, and reluctantly the 12-year-old got up and moved over to the man, though it was clear the poor boy was shaking. Andrew thought he had suffered enough with his spanking that first night, but Kanesh obviously thought differently, and grinned as he led the boy off. John was surprised that the captain chose himself when he entered some minutes later, as his observations of the man during the examinations had led him to believe that the captain preferred younger flesh. Although he was correct in this assumption, Abdul knew that during the journey he intended to spend the night with each of the boys, and would spread the enjoyment of the younger meat through out. In addition he thought that if he could instruct the eldest boy on the need for obedience, this may rub off on the others too.

John's night followed much the same agenda as Joseph's had the night before, except the captain had an additional surprise for the older boy. The small bush of fine hair above the boy's cock had to go, and so the man fetched a razor, and shaved the skin smooth. Poor John, he was quite proud of his cock hair. It had been steadily building up for more than a year now, but was cruelly removed in just a few seconds. When the teenager told the man how he lost his virginity, he decided to lie slightly. It had occurred when he was 10 years old, and his father was the man who first fucked him. John told the Turk how much he had enjoyed every bit, as he guessed this was not what the mean man wanted to hear. The reality had been somewhat different, as despite his Dad's attempt to be gentle, it had still hurt John that first time. Whether he enjoyed the story or not, the Turk did not say, but he definitely enjoyed fucking the boy afterwards. John bore the none to gentle buggering a lot better than the younger boy had the night before, and in fact was starting to enjoy the erotic feeling as Abdul's large prick drove in and out of his body. The teenager started wanking his own hard cock in time with the strokes, but he felt the man pull his hand away.

"Concentrate on my pleasure alone," Abdul had said, "and besides, I don't want you messing the sheets."

On his return to the group the next morning, John discovered that apart from him and Andrew, the remaining boys had just had to suck off two crewmen, like they had the night before. They mentioned it was two different men, so it looked like the captain had set up some sort of rota for the rest of the crew to at least get an occasional blowjob. Andrew confirmed how violent the first mate was with the boy's he fucked. The young boy moaned about his sore ass, but he had had an easier night than Danny, on account of the man's tiredness due to being awake most of the previous night buggering the blond bellboy.

Like the second night, the second day ran to the same schedule, with the boy's playing with each other in the morning, and receiving a language lesson in the afternoon. All too soon nighttime came again, and with it the anxiety amongst the boys of which two of them would be the playthings for the night. Abdul was the first in this time. Having fucked the eldest boy the night before, he was in the mood for a young one, so picked out Little John, shivering in excitement at how it would feel having his prick embedded into such a small child. The youngster did not seem over anxious about being picked, and followed the captain out of the room without complaint. The first mate had observed his leader's choice, but had some duties to perform before he too would pick his boy for the night. After he had completed these, the man came to the decision that he too fancied a younger kid tonight, one that would give him an exceptionally tight fuck.

After he had entered the room containing the captive boys, Kanesh took a while to survey the flesh on offer. Either Jamie, or Billy looked a good choice, both were small and very cute. However his eyes then fell on little Timmy. As Little John was away with the captain, the small nine-year-old was now the youngest boy in the room, but it was the fear in the youngster's eyes that attracted the mate, and he decided that was the boy for him. Kanesh gestured for the boy to approach him, but little Timmy didn't move, he was too scared. Patrick his older brother looked horrified at the thought of his younger brother being carted off by the brute and blurted out.

"Leave him alone you big bully, if you want a boy, take me instead." The other boys were surprised at the outburst, but Kanesh did not understand a word the kid had said. He walked up to the corner where the brothers sat, in order to claim his chosen prize, but Patrick stood up, and blocked the man's path. Kanesh roughly pushed the boy aside, but as he stepped forward to grab Timmy, the man suddenly yelled in agony, as young Patrick sunk his teeth into the man's leg. Kanesh jumped back in pain, and the plucky boy kicked him in the shin, before standing to face him, his fists raised for the fight. It was an uneven match, the large man against the 13-year-old before him, but Kanesh was a bully, and a coward. Concerned he might get hurt, or worse if the other boys joined in against him, he beat a hasty retreat and left the room. In fact none of the other boys had moved, they were so stunned by what they had seen. Now they were all terrified, they could not believe that the mean man would accept what had happened, and simply go to bed.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was in fact just ten minutes, footsteps could be heard in the corridor outside, and moments later, Abdul, Kanesh, and four crewmen burst inside. The captain had been pulled away at the very moment he had just penetrated the tight ass of Little John, and was clearly furious. Kanesh pointed out Patrick, and two men ran forward and grabbed him, quickly overpowering the brave boy's hopeless attempt to drive them off. The remaining boys just froze in fear, as young Patrick was bundled out of the room, and led down to the storeroom where they had all been examined. One of the crewmen stayed with the other boys, and their door was left ajar, so they could hear everything, no doubt a deliberate ploy.

The boys heard a lot of shouting at first, and the occasional slap, and a cry from the boy. The unmistakable sound of clothes being literally ripped from a body, before a rustle of chains as they all realised that Patrick was being chained to the whipping wall the captain had shown them on the first day. The boy was already crying, even before the first strike was heard. It was a horrible sound, a large slap as a heavy leather strap struck the naked teenager. All the boys jumped, and a loud howl was heard from down the corridor. Timmy was already in tears, as was Billy and Nicholas. John stared at the ground, his teeth and fists clenched. He felt that he should of done something, he was the eldest and strongest of the boys, but he had just sat there and done nothing, like a frightened little child. Jamie could see the anguish in the teenager's face, but hugged the boy's arms, and told him there was nothing he could have done.

Abdul applied the strap expertly, whipping Patrick's back, naked bum, and the back of his legs. Every now and then he stepped back slightly, and swung the strap so that the end of it fell between the bound boy's widely stretched legs. This struck the sensitive inside thighs, and the cruel man was rewarded with a particularly loud scream. When the boy's body was an even crimson colour, the Turk stopped the whipping, and dropped the heavy strap. He let the sobbing boy calm down a bit, whilst he and the other men discussed what tool to use next. Walking over to the wall where various punishment implements were held, Abdul selected a long, vicious looking cane, and pulled poor Patrick's head around so that he could look at it.

"Now then boy, we will have a short question and answer session. If your answers are satisfactory then you will not receive too many cuts of this. Do you understand?"

"Please, sir, … master, I'm sorry, please don't hit me anymore," the young teen sobbed, but then howled when the man slashed his raw ass with the cane leaving a thin weal across the smooth skin.

"Just answer the questions. Now then boy what are you now?" Patrick paused for a while, trying to think what the correct answer, would be, but the impatient man struck him again, then yelled.

"You're a little whore, a boy prostitute born to serve his superiors, what are you."

"A whore," Patrick cried back.

"Good, and you will suck and take it up the ass whenever we wish it, not when you feel like it. Repeat that," Abdul yelled, and the boy repeated it between his sobs.

"Now then boy, what is your little brother?"

Patrick did not answer immediately, and was thus punished with two rapid cuts of the cane, until the boy yelled out.

"Timmy is a boy whore too."

"That's right, and what must he do when we wish it?"

"Suck and get fucked," Patrick whimpered, desperate to say anything to avoid the agony of further strokes of the cane.

"Good boy, I hope you have learnt a lesson, will you behave now?"

"Yes master, I'm sorry."

Abdul cut the boy twice more as a reminder, but was satisfied that the criminal had repented. They had brought in a wild, disobedient youth, but the whip had broken that spirit. He admired the work he had done, the sore skin and bruises caused by the strap, and the six thin weals marking where the cane had struck his body. The whipping had been severe, but Abdul was skilled in the art, and had ensured that nowhere was the skin broken. He wished for no permanent scars to damage his pretty property. Patrick collapsed onto the floor after he had been untied, but Abdul told him to get up or feel the lash again. The naked youngster obeyed, cupping his hands over his genitals, but seeing the disapproval in the captain's face, he dropped them down to his sides. The men laughed when they saw the boy's young prick standing up erect, and they proceeded to mock the kid over his small assets.

"Now apologise to the men for disturbing them," Abdul demanded, and Patrick complied.

"That's not enough, I think you should suck them all, don't you agree?"

"Yes," the boy said, knowing that was the answer he had to give to avoid a continuance of the whipping, and sucking the men seemed far preferable to that. Abdul said something in Turkish to his men, and with a whoop of delight, the three crewmen present stripped off their trousers. Their pricks were already half hard, and they soon stroked them to full mast as they waited for the boy to start. Patrick sucked as best he could, trying to please them, as he went from one to the other. He was not skilled enough to swallow the adult pricks completely, but from their gasps of pleasure he hoped he was doing all right. Abdul however was unimpressed, the boy was clearly a novice in the oral art.

"Pathetic," he shouted, "since you can not properly satisfy them with your mouth, let's see if you can with your ass. Go bend over that barrel boy."

Patrick's heart sunk when he heard he was going to get fucked, particularly given the sorry state of his rump, but he knew that he had no choice. He staggered over to a barrel that lay on its side, and he draped himself over it.

"Legs well spread, and pull your ass cheeks apart and wiggle you bum to show them how much you want it," the captain commanded, and the men howled in laughter when the teenager did what he was asked. The first of the crewmen stepped up, and lined his large erection against the youngster's pretty pink bumhole. It took the man a lot of time and effort to get the head in, much to the boy's discomfort. Patrick had only ever had his brother's diminutive penis up his ass before, so he was practically a virgin. That was soon lost as the man roughly pushed through the tight muscle of the boy's anus, and started to insert his long prong inside. The sailor rammed himself in to the very hilt, ignoring the wails of the kid he was penetrating. He paused a short while, then began to bugger the boy properly, soon picking up to a rapid pace. Poor Patrick had the twin agonies of a big prick ramming up his tight hole, and the pain as the man slammed into his sore butt with each forward stroke. The crewman suffered none of these discomforts, but was loving every second as he fucked the young teen mercilessly. He could not last long, and froze as he shot a heavy discharge deep into Patrick's bowels.

No sooner had the boy felt the relief of the big pole being pulled out of his rectum, when it was replaced by another, as a new sailor took his place. Fortunately due to the boy's enlarged hole, and the lubrication of the previous man's sperm, the initial penetration was much easier than before. The excited man also started fucking at a good pace, and Patrick could do no more than lie there and pray that his tormentor would come quickly.

It was a good half an hour before the last man pulled out of the youngster, he being the man who had been guarding the other boys, but had been replaced so that he could also enjoy a piece of boy ass. Patrick's rear was on fire, and he could feel cum dripping down the sides of his thighs as he was manhandled back to the other boys. He was roughly thrown in amongst them, along with the rags of his torn clothing. He watched helplessly as Kanesh went to claim his little brother, picking the young boy up in his arms then walking out. The only crumb of comfort the elder brother had was the sight of the bastard limping on the leg where he had been bitten. The door was locked, and in the darkness only the fresh sobs of Patrick could be heard. The other boys crept over to the prone figure, and tried their best to comfort him, Jamie cradling the youth's head in his lap, as he gently stroked his hair. Yet there was no disguising the horror they all felt at what had happened that night, and they were determined to do nothing to incur the wrath of the captain again. There was little doubt that the spirits of the boys reached an all time low in the darkness of that night.

Chapter 14
Additional Cargo

To compensate Anwi the pilot, who was the next most important crewman after the captain and the first mate, Abdul had given him the use of his personal boy servant. The lad had accompanied his master throughout his time in England, and the captain was now bored with him. Almost 16 now, he was getting too old for Abdul to enjoy as a sexual partner, and he had announced his intention to sell the boy as soon as they got back to Turkey. Anwi agreed the boy was beyond his best, and not his favourite age, but he none the less had a fit smooth body, and was an enjoyable fuck.

The pilot checked his watch, it was now almost 7.00 in the morning, and he guessed the captain would be awake by now. Abdul had ordered that he be informed as soon as land was sighted, but that had been so early, Anwi had guessed that the man would not want waking. He looked round for the boy servant to use as a messenger, but remembered that he was down in the gallows helping with the breakfast. Consequently he shouted over to Hammed, one of the youngest crewmembers, who was currently hanging around the bridge.

"Hammed, go down and tell the captain that we will be docking in Marseilles within two hours."

"But he may not be awake."

"He will, he normally orders his breakfast around now."

The young man nodded, then set off towards the captain's cabin. He was none too happy with the errand, as he had no wish to incur his leader's wrath if the man was still sleeping. Thus when he reached the door of the captain's cabin, he stopped, and listened to see if there was any sound. A clear grunting sound was being emitted from the room, and when the young man pressed his ear close to the wooden door, he could hear a steady slapping sound in time with the deep grunts. Hammed did not doubt for a moment that the lucky captain was currently fucking one of the pretty boys he took nightly into his room. The thought of ploughing the tight ass of one of those English boys made the man's cock start to stiffen. It wasn't fair, all he had got out of the trip so far was a single blowjob, and it wasn't enough. The captain got to bugger an attractive boy morning and night. The rich were lucky, he thought to himself, for the hundredth time that trip. Knowing that disturbing the captain at this time was out of the question, he sat down in the corridor and waited.

The grunts through the door got gradually louder and faster, until after some ten minutes of waiting he heard an almighty scream from Abdul, and then silence. Realising that the captain had climaxed, Hammed waited a further five minutes for things to calm down, before he got up and lightly tapped on the door.

"Wait," he heard from within, and so he did, until he heard "Come in," a minute or so later.

When he entered the room he saw that Abdul was lounging on the bed, dressed in his long silk robe. Beside him, lying on his stomach, possibly asleep, was a young boy. The child was nude. It seemed that whilst the captain had covered himself up, he cared little for the modesty of the boy. Lying with one leg partly crossed over the other, and with his beautiful round bottom slightly raised in the air, it was an incredibly erotic sight, and Hammed could not pull his eyes from it. The thought of the captain's cum swimming around in that boy's gorgeous bum was making the young man very horny. The rich are lucky, he thought again. Abdul smiled at the crewman's reaction, but he had not let him in to admire the view.

"Well man, stop gawking, and tell me what it is you want."

"Err, Err, sorry captain, the pilot sent me to say that we will be arriving in Marseilles shortly, within the next two hours."

"Excellent," Abdul replied, "Go and tell the galley to have my breakfast sent up immediately."

Hammed nodded, and then reluctantly backed out of the room, casting a last glance at the heavenly boy before he shut the door. The rich are lucky.

Abdul was dressed in his finest suit as he watched the ship perform its final docking manoeuvres. He had been scanning the docks below, and he broke into a wide smile when he spotted the man he was looking for. Striding towards the ship was Karl von Gusthaf, and the German was dressed in the ridiculous white suit he often wore.

When the gangplank was lowered, the captain strode off the ship, and warmly shook the hand of his old associate.

"Hello Karl, I hope you are well."

"Indeed I am, and you look in good health yourself," the German replied, smiling broadly. "I expected you two days ago." The two men conversed in English, it being the only language they had in common.

"I am sorry," Abdul replied. "That stupid ship was not up to the speed that I had expected of it, so the journey was longer than I had planned. I hope this was not an inconvenience."

"Not especially, but with the kind of merchandise I have, it is not easy to keep it concealed for long."

Abdul's eyes lit up with the mention of the goods, and he asked.

"So then, what have you for me? Has your hunting been a success."

"So it has, it has taken me a while, but now I have gathered forty specimens, exactly as you ordered, and a finer collection you will never see."

Abdul smiled, both men knew they were discussing captive boys, as the Turk had hired Karl to obtain forty of the prettiest boys from all over Western Europe. He had not cared if the German purchased, kidnapped, or bargained for the boys, it was only the cargo that interested him. Finding forty attractive lads over such a huge area had proved no trouble for Karl, but abducting and collecting them together at the same time had taken a great deal of organising. Three of the boys he had been expecting had not turned up, so he had simply wandered the streets of Marseilles with two of his men, and abducted a trio of pretty French street boys to make up the numbers.

"Tell me where you obtained them all," the Turk asked excitedly, after the two had ordered their respective men to start loading up.

"Lets go onboard, where it is more private," the German suggested, and so they boarded the ship. They watched a number of large crates being pushed from a nearby warehouse, before they were lifted onto the ship.

"Let's see," Karl said, as he consulted a small pocket notepad. "Eleven of the boys are French, fourteen German, five Dutch, two Belgian, three Italian, two Spanish, three Danish, and one each from Finland and Sweden."

"Amazing," Abdul remarked, "I had not expected two from the northern Scandinavian countries, you have travelled far."

"I always deliver what my customers order," Karl remarked with a smile. In truth he was bewildered why the Turk had wanted boys from so many different countries, as any one would have had more than enough beautiful inhabitants to satisfy the most fussy of tastes. He could only assume that the Turk was a kind of collector, wanting a boy from every country in the world. He had lied about going to Sweden and Finland, as he had got the boys by abducting the sons of the Berlin ambassadors of those countries. They were still the correct nationality, so it was a detail he deemed not worth mentioning to the Turk.

When all the crates had been loaded into the ship's hold, Abdul ordered one of his men to break open the first crate, he was eager to see his new acquisitions. Once the side had been removed, the Turk peered inside and was pleased to see about ten boys, tightly bound and gagged laying on the floor of the crate. He admired their slim frames for a while, but was surprised to see that a number of them were moving.

"Did you not knock them out with that chemical I gave you first?" Abdul asked, "Someone might have been suspicious if they had seen or heard movement from within the crates."

"I had intended to, but unfortunately I used it all up trying to keep the little devils quiet these last two days. As you can see I had them bound up really tight, so the risk was minimal."

Abdul nodded, and then ordered his men to start removing the boys from the crate, and lay them around the large storeroom, which was in fact the same room that the English boys had first awoken in.

"At least I will not have to wait for them to awaken before I can examine them," the Turk commented. "Karl, you will stay for that?."

The German nodded. He had in fact already examined the boys most intimately himself, but he knew watching his friend do it would provide some fun.

Once all the captives had been removed from the containers, and the crates themselves broken up and laid to one side, Abdul ordered his men to untie the children. The boys spent a few minutes rubbing their limbs to restart the blood flow, since they had been bound up so tight. They all looked very frightened and disorientated, but one plucky French lad picked up the courage to demand to know where he was, and what did they want. After a heavy cuff, and a squeal, he soon shut up, and no one else dared speak a word.

Clearly communication was going to be a problem, as unlike when he examined the English boys, the ones here spoke a wide variety of languages, most of which were unfamiliar to the captain. He did however speak passable French, so he chose this to address the boys with, though clearly most of them had no idea what he was talking about. However actions speak louder than words, and as the French boys started filing into line, the others soon followed suit. Thus commenced the examination, which was carried out exactly the same as it had been with the English boys. Obviously questioning them individually posed some language difficulties, but with Abdul knowing French and a little Spanish and Italian, and Karl knowing Dutch, German and some of the Scandinavian dialects, they mostly made themselves understood. The biggest problem was with the Finnish boy, an attractive 12-year-old with long dark hair and brown eyes. Finnish bears little relation to any European language except Hungarian, and so when questioning the boy about his oral and anal virginity, they had to had to resort to obscene gestures. The boy nodded that he had done both, and following a quick check of his delightful ass it was determined that he was being truthful.

Throughout the examination Karl would whisper to the Turk various comments about what he knew of the boy's backgrounds, and how he had managed to obtain them. Abdul had instructed Karl not to get common street boys, and at least half should be from wealthy or noble backgrounds. Thus Karl mentioned which were from the European Aristocracy, which ones were the sons of merchants, and so forth. Others were of lesser blood, so there was a baker's son, two sons' of a French market trader, and a young blacksmith's apprentice amongst them. He told Abdul that he had acquired four of the German boys by purchasing them from a local Count, whom had himself gained custody of the children by imprisoning their parents, which were some of his political opponents. Two pretty young French boys had come from an orphanage run by a convent. These had been easy to obtain, as Karl had gained the co-operation of the Mother superior in charge with a monetary fee. He had not told the woman why he wanted the boys, but when she had told him that the two she was giving him were virtuous and chaste, it was obvious that she had guessed why. In any case Abdul was disappointed to discover that the two boys were nothing of the sort, as they admitted to having been frequently ass fucked during their time at the convent. It appeared that the nuns had little idea of what their young charges got up to with each other.

About half way through the examinations, a young boy stepped up and Abdul paused a moment, whilst he took in the child's stunning beauty. Yet as he was doing this, Karl ordered the next kid in line to come forward as well, and as he stood next to the first, Abdul was amazed to see he was a carbon copy. The two twins were 12-years-old, having the faces of angels, light wavy blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes.

"These two are Dutch," the German commented. "They are the sons of the wine guild leader in Rotterdam. I knew the moment I first saw them, as they accompanied their father to church, that you would want them. Have you ever seen a more ravishing pair?."

Abdul agreed they were the jewels of the bunch, and eager to see them all, he asked Karl to tell them to strip. The boys were even more beautiful undressed, their smooth pale skin unblemished throughout. Even though he could see every inch of them now, Abdul could not spot a single difference that would tell them apart. His hands shaking in excitement, he ordered the pair to approach him, and felt up each one in turn, his raging prick straining in the confines of his trousers. Abdul was delighted to find out from the questioning and examination that the two were virgins, though that would last just a few hours more, as he made up his mind to ravish the pair of them that very night.

The twins were dispatched to the corner where the rest of the virgins were standing, and the examination continued after the Turk's excitement had cooled a little. When it was complete, Abdul was disappointed to see that just over half, twenty-three in total, of the boys were anal virgins. It seemed that the wealthy men of Europe were just as keen on the asses of the boys in their charge, as were their counterparts in Britain. The Turk had expected a higher number of untouched boys, but given that he had gone exclusively for the flowers of European boyhood, he should not be surprised that such youths would attract the attentions of men or other boys.

"How many do you intend to keep for yourself?" the German asked.

"I now have some 66 boys, of which I shall probably retain about a third."

"What age range?."

"I enjoy fucking boys in a wide age range, from maybe 8 years old, to 14 or even 15, depending how quickly they mature and lose their looks and soft bodies. However since I will wish to keep them for at least a few years, then I will mostly choose boys of 12 or less."

"Have you decided which ones?."

"Of the English boys, just about, but I will have a better idea of this new batch after I discovered how good a fuck they are. I would like to keep more of the virgin boys, but this entire enterprise has been more expensive than I had budgeted for, so I will sell most of those, as they will fetch a higher price."

"Where will you sell them?" Karl asked.

"I already have some buyers in mind, where the boys match what I know these men like. I know a trader that wants about ten boys for buyers in Arabia, the rest I will sell through a local slave dealer."

Abdul and Karl left for the captain's cabin, so that the German could collect his large payment before leaving the ship. The remaining men herded the two groups of boys into the appropriate rooms where the English boys were already held.

As the seventeen children of the non-virgin group filed into the place where John, Jamie, Billy and the others were held, they were quite shocked at the untidy state of the room, and the boys occupying it. The many days of the voyage had not been easy for the English boys. Not only had they had to serve the sexual needs of the captain and his cruel first mate, but also their living conditions had not been ideal. After the first few days the boys had worked out from the position of the sun in the morning, that they were heading south. The room they were in had always been warm, due to it being positioned above the ship's main boiler, but as the vessel moved further south their poorly ventilated prison had got hotter and hotter. Many of the boys were stripped to their underwear, and some sat there completely naked. This was not only due to the heat, but also because without being able to change or wash their clothing, the garments were started to smell pretty bad. Indeed the whole room stank, and many of the European boys that entered screwed up their noses in disgust as they were herded in.

The bad smell was hardly surprising, given the sweaty state of the young occupants, and the fact that the bucket they were given to use as a toilet was only emptied once a day. Conditions were so bad the boys were generally happy to be taken to the captain's room for the night as a brief respite from the smell, and a chance for some good food. The captain had now fucked each of the boys once, though since they had been at sea for less than twelve nights, he had on a couple of occasions taken two boys for his bed. Once he had not taken anyone at all, and the boys were hoping their kidnapper had taken ill and died, and perhaps they would all be released. However the following morning they were surprised to see little Ricky Brown enter the room. He had been the very first of the boys examined by Abdul on that day they were first on board, and the Turk had discovered the 11 year old boy was completely chaste. However, from the awkward way he walked as he entered the room that day, it was clear that he was no longer a virgin. The boys had comforted the newcomer, and when he was relaxed, they had all worked on his young body to show him what a pleasure sex can really be. A couple of days later Ricky's asshole no longer hurt, and he even stated how much more fun it was in this room compared to the one the virgins were in.

Ricky had given the boys an insight into life in the prison room on the other side of the corridor. He had told them how all the boys were chained up, obviously to stop them playing with each other, even if they had wanted to try. He said how much more quiet and subdued the atmosphere was, with many of the boys crying a lot. They had also received lessons in Arabic and Turkish, as well as the humiliating bare bottom spankings for making mistakes. However apart from himself, none of the virgin group had been taken away for a night with the Captain or his mate, nor did they have to suck off two of the common crew each day either. The other room had also been much bigger, an obvious advantage as the new boys started filing into an already cramped chamber. Obviously the Turk had been expected a higher number of boys to fill the larger virgin room.

The 13 English boys shuffled over to one half of the room, to make space for the 17 whom now joined them. Men returned with new sacks for use as beds for the newcomers, then the door was locked and they were left alone. An awkward silence fell over the room, as the still smartly dressed new boys looked rather disdaintly at the dirty, smelly, and for the most part naked, English boys. John and the others stared back, knowing that the newcomers would also look like them if they had spent many days locked up in this prison.

After a while whispers broke out in the various languages of the boys present, and John, taking on his role as leader, decided he had to break the ice, and try to chat with the new ones. If nothing else he might find out where the hell they were. John had been taught two foreign languages by the tutor their father hired for them. One was Latin, clearly useless in the real world, and the other French. He had never been very good at either, but now seemed a good opportunity to try it out. He knew the two foreigners close to him were French, so he decided to speak to them.

"Bonjour, Je m'appelle John, et tu?" he said.

The whole room fell silent as he said it, and the boy he had addressed looked at John with some interest, then broke into a torrent of fast speech, completely losing the English teenager.

"Oh shit, I didn't understand a word of that," he said in English, "I wish Charles were here, he was always the best at languages."

The French boy next to him did not understand John's comment, but another older boy further down the room, got up and moved over to sit next to the English boys.

"Hi, my name is Pascal," the newcomer said, "I can speak your language, I was many years in a school in England." John smiled at the new boy, given what he had just said, it was not surprising the French lad was no virgin. The boy looked about the same age as John, was finely dressed in a silk suit, and his long brown locks hung loosely around his handsome face.

"Do you know where we are, or where we are going?" John asked.

"We are in Marseilles, the biggest port in France, I was hoping you could answer the second part. Ever since I was grabbed by a ruffian near my home in Paris, I have had no idea why I was taken."

"We are going to Arabia to be sex slaves of horrid men," little Timmy burst out. John glared at the youngster, he had hoped to break the news a little more gently to the other kids. Pascal looked surprised, and more than a bit upset, but he controlled his emotions. This was not the case with some of the younger French boys, who broke down crying after he had translated the news.

"We do not know where we are going yet, but it seems that we are not going to be ransomed back," John went on to explain. "We also do not know how long they intend to keep us. I for one will not let them cage me up," he said, trying to sound defiant. Escape had been something that John had been thinking about a lot during the journey, though all the boys had behaved well since the dreadful whipping young Patrick had suffered some nights earlier. He knew they had no chance of escape whilst at sea, but he hoped that once ashore he would get the opportunity to slip away with Billy and Jamie.

That afternoon the boys had their language lesson as normal, but with the new arrivals the whole thing was very complicated. The teacher's only foreign language was his poor English, so when things needed explaining, Pascal had to translate for the other French boys, and one of the German boys knowing French, did the same for his compatriots. The Dutch and Scandinavian boys understood some German, but the young Finnish kid obviously had not the slightest clue what was happening. Consequently the whole process was long and torturous, and progress very slow. For the English boys it was easier as things returned to basics, which they had already heard. However the mean man used the obvious confusion amongst the new boys to drag a fair few of them over his knee, to suffer a humiliating, if not particularly painful, bare bottom spanking.

When the boys were left alone again, they returned to their various mutterings and moaning about their current position. However after a while most of the English boys had another problem, and that was they were started to get horny. Pretty much each morning, and sometimes in the evening as well, they had indulged in their own private little orgy. Obviously this helped fill the time and ease the tedium, but it was the highlight of the day, and the kids very much enjoyed it. However with the entrance of the newcomers in the morning this had not happened, though the sight of the fresh, beautiful boys simply made them hornier. Despite this they were too embarrassed to simply start having sex in front of all the strangers, as they did not know how the foreigners would react. Yet their young hormones could not be held back long, and soon a number of them started getting boners, which considering that they were mostly naked, were on display for all to see.

Of all the English boys, the one with the least shame was in fact the youngest. Little John was one boy you just could not get to blush, or even feel ashamed. It didn't matter how much fun was poked at his size, or the things he did, he always had an impish grin in reply. On one occasion, when he was first starting school, his brothers had played a rather nasty trick on him. They had told him after he had been to the toilet, he would be expected to go to the teacher, pull his trousers down and show her his butthole so she could see if it was clean. Of course the young boy had no scruples about this, and without a moments hesitation carried out his brothers instructions to the letter, baring his little bottom, bending over and parting his cheeks. The teacher, a rather proper spinster, was not surprisingly utterly disgusted, and promptly took a slipper to his young behind. John was amazed that the little lad had shown so little emotion up to now about being kidnapped, he had expected him to be missing his brothers. He guessed that for Little John, just what was happening had simply not sunk in yet, and he was still regarding this as some kind of adventure.

Thus after pulling on his own small prick for a while, Little John got bored, and wanted to play with someone else's, in particular that of his namesake, whom had the biggest cock of all the English boys. Thus crawling over to the older boy, he started to pull off the dirty undergarment that was all John was wearing, and popped the teenager's pole in his mouth. At first John was a bit conscious, as he felt the eyes of all the strangers staring straight at him. He was about to tell the youngster to stop, but as the little boy's wet mouth did it's magic, he thought, fuck it, and closed his eyes to enjoy it. Once someone had broken the ice and made the first move, the other English boys soon got braver. Billy and Jamie whom were sitting naked next to each other, both reached over to wank the cock of their friend. Danny and Tony started kissing, and Stephen, the vicar's son, shuffled up to Nicholas to do the same thing.

Of course the interesting thing was what how all the foreign boys would react to this visual simulation. Now a random group of boys this age may well have felt a combination of disgust, astonishment, or curiosity, but this was not a random group. By their own admission there was not one amongst them that had not felt a stiff prick in his rear, and many were quite experienced in most of the range of sexual acts, and knew only too well of the pleasures to be gained. So these boys were watching with intent interest, and their own cocks were soon bursting to break out of the confines of their still neat trousers. Yet jealous as they were watching the English boys, they were still too shy to get stuck in with a group of complete strangers.

Yet again it was the smallest kid in the group that broke the impasse. A cute French 11-year-old was sat next to John, and could not get his eyes off the action a few inches from him. Little John spotted the kid from the corner of his eyes, pulled his mouth off the swollen prick he was sucking, and offered it to the startled French boy as if he was giving him a lick of his lollipop. Given that he knew he had been caught looking, the French boy felt he couldn't refuse, not that he wanted to anyway. Thus he leaned down, and swallowed the English boy's five and half inches in one gulp. It was clear he had done this before. No sooner was his head bobbing up and down, than Little John started pulling down the sucking boy's trousers, so he could locate his next target.

Joseph was sat next to Pascal on the opposite side of the room to John. He had not done anything yet, but when he saw what Little John was doing he asked the French boy if he fancied some fun. Naturally Pascal agreed, and started stripping off his clothes to get himself in a similar state as the nude Joseph.

Meanwhile most of the English boys had gone way beyond just petting each other. Jamie and Billy were now 69ing each other, and the gypsy boy was sat astride Danny, riding the hotel bell boy's hard prick whilst they continued with the embracing. Little John seemed to have taken it on himself to get everyone involved. He was gradually making his way down the room, offering the prick he had just been sucking to the boy on his right, and then pulling down the trousers of the new sucker to blow his tool. As he got near the end of the row, he found that the lower garments had often been pulled down already, as the owner waited for his turn to receive a sucking from the cute 8-year-old. When he reached the boy at the end of the room, Little John looked down to see a line of boys, each bending over to suck the cock of the boy on his right.

All restraint was lost now, as the foreign boys began to remove the rest of their clothes, the heat of the room, and the level of their passions making it a necessity in any case. Actual nationality became unimportant as the Germans sucked the French, the French the Dutch and so on. Many of the boys had no language in common with the ones they were coupling with, but it was of no importance. The language of sex was much more universal, and when sucking the penis of a fellow boy the technique is pretty much the same worldwide.

Eventually all pretence of inhibitions between the horny boys vanished, and it became a no holds barred orgy. Thus a naked kid that was bending on all fours to suck a friend might feel a tongue starting to lap at his exposed anus, before a stiff cock replaced that. If he did not look back he would have little idea as to the identity of the one butt-fucking him. The slurping, the grunting, the sighing and the screams of ecstasy became the noises that filled the room, and when it was finally starting to die down, the scent of fresh boy semen mingled with the smell of dirty sweaty boys.

As they tried to sleep on the sacks that now serviced as their beds, to many of the foreign boys the orgy had topped off what can only be described as a surreal day. The sex had bought some respite to the fear they felt as being captives, but as some of the more sensitive ones thought again about what they had become, they started to cry. When this happened it was guaranteed that some other boy would move over and try to comfort him. The little group had already started bonding as they shared their common plight.

Chapter 15
Arrival

With the room now occupied by 32 sweating unwashed boys, both the smell and the heat increased. Within five days all of the foreign boys were looking as bedraggled as the longer suffering English ones, and most were virtually naked, which gave the English lad's some satisfaction given the scornful looks they had received from the new boys on their initial entrance. Not surprisingly the group frequently engaged in one form of sexual activity or another. This not only helped to relieve their sexual energies, but for at least a short time they could forget their dreadful living conditions, the pain of separation from their loved ones, and the fear of what still lay ahead. Yet as the conditions worsened, the boys' minds became torn between the desire for the journey to end, and thus being able to leave their little prison, and the dread of what awaited them on arrival. Over the last few weeks of the journey the boys had been emotionally pulled together, the grim experience they had all shared built up a sense of camaraderie between them all. Most of them realised that once they arrived at their destination, it was unlikely they would remain as a group, and losing their new friends would be a bitter blow.

This very thought was high in John's mind, and his greatest fear was being split up from Billy and Jamie. Thus he was determined they would have to escape before that could happen. John assumed that on leaving the boat they would probably be held somewhere temporarily before being moved on. This is when he would make his move, as it may be the only opportunity they would have. It sounded simply enough, but there was still too many unknowns for him to make a concrete plan.

Early in the morning of the tenth day since the departure from Marseilles, shortly after the boy's unappetising breakfast, they were unexpectedly ordered to get up, as three crewmen entered the room, whom recoiled at the disgusting smell in the room. The boys were each told to get dressed, after which they were commanded to put their hands behind their backs, which the men handcuffed. It seemed an unnecessary precaution, the men being so much stronger than their captives, but Abdul was well aware that his small crew were heavily outnumbered by the boys they held.

Once all the boys had been handcuffed, they were herded out of the room, up a winding staircase, and out on to the deck. The fresh, clean air was like nectar to the boys after weeks of confinement in their stuffy little room. For some minutes they stood still taking deep breaths of the sweet air, as if they had forgotten the taste and smell. When Jamie had taken his fill, he looked round at the surroundings. The boat was making a reasonable speed, as smoke poured out of the funnel. Glancing out to sea, Jamie spotted a small island a few miles away, and yet more islands at a further distance. They did not seem to be heading for any of the islands, but their presence indicated that the mainland was not too far distant. Maybe they were nearing the end of the journey. Whilst the thought frightened Jamie, he was still glad if it meant they would not have to return to the stale air of their room below deck. He wondered if they had returned to England, but the air was warm and the sun strong, very uncharacteristic for Britain in March. It was clear they were somewhere much further south, somewhere unknown and alien to them all.

As the boys were stretching their aching limbs, and enjoying the fresh air, another line of kids were being led onto the deck. These were obviously the boys from the 'virgin' group. They too had their hands shackled behind their backs, and looked every bit as shabby as Jamie's own party, though from the expressions on their young faces they looked even more frightened.

Jamie could see around ten crewmembers scattered around the deck, most of them leering at the captive boys, whom had lost none of their boyish beauty despite their pitiful appearance. The captain was standing on a slightly higher part of the deck, deep in conversation with his first mate. In the centre of the deck there were three small metal basins, like what would be used for washing clothing. Slightly to the side of this was a metal brazier, made from an old oil drum which was belching smoke from the burning wood within. At first Jamie thought little of the brazier, but then a horrible thought came into his head. He remembered hearing at school that in the ancient times slaves were branded, in much the same way as the young boy had seen the cattle at his own farm branded by his father. He trembled at the prospect, and prayed that the fell men did not have this in mind for them.

Fortunately Abdul had no intention of marking the ravishing boys' bodies in any way, but as he made his way down to stand before the brazier, he could see from the terrified look in many of the children's faces that some were wondering what purpose the fire might have. Their fear suited the Turk well. Fear was good, it was a prerequisite of obedience, which was what the man would expect from the boys in the future. Abdul launched into a long stern lecture, in both English and French. He informed the boys that soon they would be arriving at their destination, and they would shortly after be starting as servants of either himself, or another master. He stressed to the boys how important total obedience to their master's was, how they must learn all the arts necessary to better serve and please him. Their own needs and wishes were now irrelevant, and should be suppressed.

Throughout his speech the boys remained silent and sullen. Some of the foreign boys could not understand his words, but from the tone of his voice, and the reactions of the other youngsters, they could guess what he saying. Most had heard what he had to say before, but it was still hard for them to believe that this was actually happening to them.

When the Turk had finished, he pulled out a small notebook, and then read out the names of six boys. He gestured for those named to come and stand before him, and soon six frightened and shabby youngsters stood in place, their heads bowed like criminals awaiting the judge to pass sentence. Two crewmen joined the little group and removed their hand shackles, after which Abdul ordered them to strip. Reluctant as the boys were to undress before such a large audience, they were too frightened to disobey, so soon six naked children stood on the deck, using their hands to cover their cocks and balls. Abdul said something to his men, and they bent down and gathered up all the discarded clothing. This was then dumped into the brazier, the fire blazing up as it ate into the fresh fuel. Although the boys were glad to see the back of the dirty smelly garments they had worn for so long, at the same time they were sadden to lose the only possessions they had which reminded them of their own homes. It was like their old life was being burned in front of them, before they embarked on a new one. This was exactly what the Turk wanted them to feel.

Some of the crew then lowered buckets into the sea, and poured the water into the metal basins in the centre of the deck. The boys were separated into pairs, with each pair being issued a bar of soap. They were then instructed that one of the boys should wash his companion using the basins of water. The bowls were too small for a boy to sit in. Thus he had to stand up in it, with just his feet hidden from the view of the other boys and men that circled the deck. As the washing proceeded, Abdul moved from pair to pair ensuring the boy doing the washing was performing a satisfactory job. He was particularly keen that the boys' soft smooth bottoms, and their immature genitals were thoroughly cleansed. He instructed the boy being washed to bend right over and pull his butt cheeks apart, so the anal region could also be cleansed. Of the six boys, three were from the virgin group, and it was these lads that looked the most embarrassed and uncomfortable at the exposure of their most intimate parts to so many prying eyes. Abdul sensed this and laughed.

"Do not be ashamed of being naked, your body is an object of beauty, and you must get used to its frequent exposure for the viewing pleasure of your master and his friends. Indeed some of you may be kept permanently nude, so discard any modesty of you body now."

One 13 year old, whom was being washed by a very pretty younger boy, had a further reason for embarrassment. The feel of the soft hands of the ravishing youth on his ass and prick had given the teenager a raging boner. Many of the crew had a similar problem, the erotic sight before them having necessitated that they adjust they stance and clothing, to accommodate their expanding cocks.

Once Abdul was satisfied that the boy being washed was sufficiently clean, each pair swapped places, and the other one was treated to the same hand bath. After this the boys once more had their hands shackled behind them, and they were led to once side of the deck. Abdul then fetched a small box, and from this pulled out a necklace consisting of a loop of string with a small wooden plaque attached to it. This he hung round each of the boys' neck, asking them to confirm their names so he was certain each got the correct necklace. The boys stared down at the little plaque that lay on their chest, and each noted that it had some writing on it. The script was in Arabic, and although they had been taught a few words of this language, they could not read it. Thus if the plaque announced some future fate for the boy slave, it was being kept secret from its wearer. The six boys were still nude, and with their hands tied behind them, the youths were unable to cover themselves from the gazes of the others on the deck.

With the first six done, Abdul called up the next six, and the entire procedure was repeated. It took some hours before the task was complete, and the deck was filled with beautiful naked boys, their clean bodies glistening in the warm sun. Now that they were all nude, their indecent exposure was easier to bear, though some, like John, Billy and Jamie never had a problem with stripping off in any case. These three were used to wandering around the Manor parities in nothing but their birthday suits, and had lost every trace of shame about their own bodies.

"We will now have a small test to see how much you have learned," Abdul announced, and shouted out a command to some of his men. Eight members of the crew lined up along one side of the deck, and as Abdul explained something to them in Turkish, they started to get very excited. The captain wandered around selecting eight boys, and paired each one up with one of the men in the line. The boys were positioned so that they were kneeling in front of the crewmen, their hands remained shackled behind them. The boys picked were of a variety of ages, though all had come from the non-virgin group. Amongst the eight was young Billy, and three more of the English boys, Joseph, Tony the Gypsy, and Danny the hotel bellboy. John did not like seeing his little brother picked out of the group, but knew he was powerless to do anything.

Abdul said something to his men, and they all dropped their trousers, revealing their hairy pricks for all to see. Two of the men were already fully hard, and the pricks of the other six were quickly filling with blood at the thought of the treat to come. It was clear to the eight kneeling boys that they were going to have to suck the prick dangling before them, which they were happy enough to do, but they did not expect what Abdul was to say next.

"You will treat my men to a good blow job, and I want to see each one have his entire prick taken into your mouths. Anyone failing to do this will be tied to the mast and flogged."

Fortunately, despite him being a kidnapper, Abdul was not the type that flogged boys purely for his own pleasure, simply as a means for ensuring discipline and obedience. Consequently he had picked a boy for each of his men he felt could deep throat them if he tried hard enough. Billy was the youngest and smallest of the boys in the sucking group, yet as he watched the swelling organ before him, he was relieved to see that the man was not too heavily endowed, having an erection just under 6 inches. Having had more experience in cock sucking in his 10 years than most people had in a lifetime, the boy was confident he could perform the task. Abdul commanded them to start and the men were soon gasping in pleasure as their stiff pricks slipped inside the warm wet mouths of the beautiful boys. To start with the lads simply sucked on the big heads or licked down the main shaft, as they tried to properly lubricate the organ before attempting to get it right into their mouths. Then one by one they started taking in more and more cock, and it was the gypsy boy that first succeeded in deep throating his man, his nose pressed deep into the crewman's public hair, as he let the hard rod slip down his throat. Abdul held the boy in position for a while, then gently tapped his heard to show that he was satisfied, and the kid could pull out for some air.

A short while later another boy succeeded, and then another, and so it continued until there was just one left, a blond haired 13 year old French boy, whom despite his non-virgin state, was not an experienced sucker. The boy had been introduced to fucking by his elder brothers, and as the horny lads had mostly indulged in this passion, he lacked the practice in the oral art. Being one of the eldest in the group, he had been assigned probably the toughest task, his man was a large sailor with a fat cock well over 8 inches in size. He had managed to get most of the big organ inside, but kept gagging, when he tried to take in the full length. Abdul starting getting impatient, and was ready to show the boys the consequences of failing to satisfy their master. However the lad tried one last heave, and after taking a big breath Abdul watching the boy's neck bulge out as the swollen cock disappeared down his throat. The Turk laughed, and congratulated all the suckers, emphasising how wise they were to obey.

For all the other boys that were watching the show, their reactions were very mixed indeed. For many of the boys from the virgin group, whom had had no exposure to sex whatsoever, they were stunned by what they were seeing. Their reactions were a mixture of confusion, disgust, amazement, and not an insignificant amount of curiosity. Some of the other boys, despite their sympathy for the sucking kids' potential fate, found the sight very erotic, and were rather embarrassed to be sporting erections themselves.

"Very well make my men cum, last to succeed will have to clean up," Abdul commanded.

The boys got straight into the task, sucking the shaft before them with renewed speed. Normally they would have used their hands to help in the task, but with these still tied behind them they had to rely on their young mouths alone. The crewmen started to groan with increased vigour, leaving their pretty suckers to get on with the job. Billy was the first to succeed, but instead of shooting his load down the boy's throat, the man pulled out and sprayed all over the 10-year-old's eyes, nose and cheeks. Billy's pretty face was buried beneath the white seed, but he was soon not the only one with this appearance as one after another of the crewmen yelled in ecstasy, before spurting over his sucker's face. Danny was the last one to succeed. His man seemed to be good at holding back, and it took him a full five minutes of very vigorous sucking to get him to release. When he finally did the crewmen did not pull out, but instead shoved his hard cock deeper into the boy's mouth, and shot straight down his throat.

The Hotel bellboy had only just finished swallowing down the full load, when he realised what it was Abdul expecting him to for being last. Knowing the consequences of disobeying, he moved over to the boy next to him, and started to lick the sticky cream from the other kid's drenched mug. Danny was no stranger to the taste of sperm, and had grown to enjoy a good mouthful whilst he entertained the gentlemen at the hotel. Yet by the time he had cleaned up the fourth boy he was feeling rather sick. He could not believe the quantity of spunk he had to drink up, obviously none of these men had cum for some time. It was with some difficulty that he finished the task, and as he made his way back to join the rest of the boys lined up round the deck, he could almost feel the spunk sloshing around in his stomach.

Some hours had passed since the boys had been led onto the deck, and with the possible exception of young Danny, everyone was feeling rather hungry. Abdul barked some orders to the crew, and they fetched some food. With their hands tied the boys could not feed themselves, so the sailors had to hand feed them the meal of bread, dried meat and fruit. Most of the men took the opportunity to run their hands over the smooth skin of the boys they were feeding, yet the hungry youngsters were too busy enjoying the food to care. After spending hours without a stitch on, most of the boys had lost their initial shame of their nude bodies, particularly as other kids in the same state surrounded them. With the meal finished, the boys were permitted to sit down, so they lazed in the late afternoon sun, enjoying the feel of the warm sun on their bare skins. The combination of food, sun, plus being out of their stinking rooms and clothes, had risen the spirits of the group somewhat, though they were still nervous about what was to come.

The presence of more and more seabirds in the air was a sure sign that land was not too far away, and it was not long before a cry came out from the lookout above that he had spotted the mainland. Abdul dashed off to the bridge, leaving the boys wondering if they were going to be herded back below deck before the ship docked. A half-hour later this had not happened, though the Captain returned, accompanied by two crewmen carrying some sacks. The sacks were opened, and a large quantity of clothing was poured out onto the deck. A small group of the boys had their handcuffs removed, and Abdul supervised the selection of some clothing that would fit them. The garments were relatively simple, although were in bright vibrant colours. Each boy got just two items, a simple shirt of the type that had to be pulled over the head, and some trousers which stopped about six inches short of their ankles. There was no underwear or footwear, and although they were just plain woollen garments, they were not uncomfortable to wear. Once dressed another crewmember with a hairbrush set about tiding up the boys tangled hair, and from the yelps that could be heard he was none too gentle either. When all was done to Abdul's satisfaction, the boys were again handcuffed from behind, but in addition their legs were tightly bound, and they were gagged. So bound they were chained to a low bar that ran around the deck. The men then moved onto the next batch, until sometime later all the boys were in the same state.

By this time the sun had almost vanished and darkness had descended on the ship. Tied down as they were, none of the boys could see over the deck wall, but they could sense from the crew that the journey would soon be over. Their young hearts started beating ever faster, as they again wondered what would become of them next. John had been giving some thought to how they would be taken off the ship, and if there would be any chance of escape, though tied up as he was this looked remote. None of the boys even knew what country they were in, but John knew the Captain was Turkish, and so it seemed a good bet they were entering his homeland. A further fact to back thus up was the fact they had been taught some Turkish during the voyage. John had no idea if slavery was legal where they were going, though he knew it had been banned throughout the British Empire, and in most other countries as well. If it was legal, then he wondered if the boys would be led in chains through the streets in full view of the local inhabitants. He was reminded of a drawing he once saw in one of his father's books, which showed a group of naked slaves being led in chains though the city of Rome, escorted by soldiers holding whips. For some reason the picture had always managed to arouse him sexually, though he never dreamed that he might end up as a slave himself. However, given that the boys had been tied and gagged, and were slipping into the port at night, John was hopeful that slavery here was also forbidden, for if this was true, it would make it a lot easier to escape and seek for help.

The crew went into a frenzy of activity as the ship was docked, as they ran about throwing over ropes to secure the boat, and moving a gangplank into place. From the place where he was sitting, John could see a handful of men embark onto the ship and greet the captain. The group remained in discussion for a while, before the new arrivals left the ship. The boat area was very quiet, John could hear some movement, and in the distance music was playing, but certainly not the general clamber of a busy port. It had been dark for sometime, so John guessed the lack of activity was an indication of how late it was.

Some ten minutes later the sound of horse hooves and cartwheels could be heard coming towards the point the ship was docked. Abdul approached one of the boys closest to where the gangplank led off the ship, and pulling out the small necklace they had all been given to wear, read the inscription on it. He shouted something to one of his men, and the crewman walked up to the boy, threw a sack over the lad, unchained him from the bar he was attached too, then lifted him up and flung the bound youngster over his shoulders. The man then walked off with his burden, and made his way down the gangplank and off the ship. Soon things started to move very fast indeed, as Abdul moved from boy to boy looking at his tag, whereupon he would sometimes order a crewman to carry the boy off, or he would leave the boy alone, and move onto the next. John, Billy and Jamie were on the opposite side of the deck to where Abdul had started, but soon enough he made his way over there and boys started being carried off. When he got to Jamie, he pulled out the necklace, glanced at it, and with a nod of his head the young boy vanished under a sack, and was grabbed by one of the crew. Next the captain did John, only this time he took no action and moved on to Billy. A quick glance at Billy's inscription, a shouted order, and Billy too was grabbed and carried off. John was seized with a sudden panic, as he watched his little brother being carted away. Frantically he started to struggle at his bonds, and pull away from where he was chained, but it was all in vain, he was bound too tight. He was helpless as the two boys he had sworn to protect vanished from his sight. Abdul carried on with his task, oblivious to the reactions of any of the boys. When he had gone full circle, he returned to the start again, and some of the boys that he had not picked first time, began to disappear during his second pass. John prayed that he would be picked this time, only once more Abdul passed him by, leaving him alone. With the second pass complete, the captain then barked some more orders, and this time the men started picking up all the remaining boys on the deck. John was impatient for his turn, he was desperate to check out where Billy and Jamie was, so when finally a crewman approach him he did not struggle as he was tossed across the large man's shoulders.

The man held the sack round John as he carried him off the ship. All the same it seemed inconceivable to the boy that anyone watching would not know what the cargo really was. He wriggled a bit and managed to free his head of the sack and look round, hoping he might spot someone that would rush over and rescue him. Yet the docks were dark, and he saw no one, just a collection of other boats, and various crates and sacks on the quay. Looking ahead of him John could see four covered carts, each drawn by a pair of strong looking horses. He saw a boy being tossed into the back of one of the carts, and the man carrying him headed to the same place. John was lifted off his bearer by another man, who dragged the boy inside the cart, and chained him to a ring attached to the floor. Frantically John struggled upright, and quickly glanced round the collection of other kids that shared the same cart. He recognised many of them as boys he had shared the ship prison with, including Patrick and his brother Timmy, Tony, Nicholas, and Pascal the French boy. Yet there was no Jamie, no Billy, John had lost them both. Filled with rage the teenager pulled madly at the chains that held him. Unfortunately his efforts earned him nothing but two swift and painful kicks from the man in the cart, along with a barked order, clearly telling him to be still. A couple of minutes later, the final boy was loaded on, the back of the cart was secured, and they were on the move. John wriggled to the side, and managed to locate a small hole in the material covering the cart from which he could look out. Too his utter dismay he saw the other three vehicles setting off in a different direction to that of his own. It hit the boy like a bolt of thunder that they were being separated, each group was heading off to whatever fate the Turk had so allocated it. Yet it had all happened so quickly, and without warning John had lost the two young charges he was determined to protect, and help escape. The cruelty of it all was too much for the teenager to bare, they had not even been given the opportunity to say goodbye.

Chapter 16
Sold

With no window, and just a dim lamp as light, the boys had no idea what the time was, or how long they had been in this room. Every few hours a man walked in, accompanied by a couple of boys. The prisoners were given some food, and the bucket that they used as a toilet was removed. John did not recognise either of the two boys as being amongst the captives on the boat. From their dark skin, and eastern looks he guessed they were locals. By the way they hurriedly carried out the orders of the man, John assumed that they were either his servants, or possibly even his slaves. Whilst the Turkish boys worked, the man generally spent his time examining the young prisoners, occasionally pulling down their trousers for a better look at their asses. Beyond this, he took no further advantage of the boys, and never took one with him when he left the dungeon.

The visits continued, and so the hours and days slipped by. John was incredibly frustrated, as he knew Billy and Jamie could have travelled hundreds of miles away by now, and he had no idea where they were. John was confused what they were doing here, after all if they were now this man's slaves, why was he not taking them to his bedroom for sex, or at the very least putting them to work. It seemed stupid if all he wanted was to keep them locked up for him to occasionally examine, like they were some kind of museum exhibit. Yet Nicholas pointed out that this man was probably now more than a slave trader, holding them until buyers were found.

Finally the pattern changed, as instead of the two young boys, the slave trader, if that is what he was, was accompanied by two other men, both very large and strong with mean looking faces. The boys were handcuffed, led out of the room into a corridor, then taken up some stairs where they reached another large open room with a skylight in its high roof. This gave the boys their first sight of sunlight for some days, and it helped to raise their spirits. The two Turkish servant boys were also in the room, and soon after they entered the slave boys were unhandcuffed and told to strip. The man spoke to them in Turkish, but the Turkish command meaning undress had been drilled into them. Whilst being taught on the boat, the boys had lost count of being told the commands to strip, suck cock, and roll over to be fucked.

After their clothing had been removed and neatly folded up, the two servant boys fetched small basins of steaming water, and washed each of the six slaves. Small amounts of perfume was then dabbed on the faces and crotches of the younger boys, whilst the teenagers were smothered in body oil, which helped to emphasise their more developed arm muscles and pecs. Finally each boy was issued a loincloth, consisting of little more than two small pieces of plain white cloth, attached together by two short pieces of string. It covered the wearer's crotch area, and the back of his ass, but left his flanks largely exposed. Once more the boys were handcuffed, and led out of the room.

After a short walk they arrived in another, larger room. Within this were four stone pillars rising up to the ceiling, arranged in a square pattern. A metal bar around eight feet from the floor was attached to each pillar, running across one side of the square to one of the other pillars. From the bar dangled numerous pairs of shackles, evenly spaced along its length. Two sides of the square were already filled with boys, each dressed as John and his companions, arms held above the head by the dangling shackles. The six new entrants were led to a side of the square where there was currently no boys chained up, and each had their handcuffs removed. Then their arms were held up, and their wrists slipped into one pair of the shackles. One of the trader's men adjusted the length of the chain, depending on the height of the boy. The length was set so the boy's arms were pulled well above his head, but not so much that he was being dragged from the ground. The boys were thus left feeling rather helpless, but not in any pain.

Once all six kids had been shackled in a line the trader and his men departed. Like all the other boys, John was facing inwards towards the centre of the square, and he could see all the other kids chained along its sides. He recognised many as ones that had travelled with him on Abdul's boat. He could see Patrick and his brother Timmy chained directly opposite him, and Tony the gypsy boy was there too, along with a number of the foreign boys who had shared their room on the ship. Yet there were other boys he did not recognise, most of whom looked as if they were not of European origin. Some were Turkish boys, others had dark Arabian features, and others were as black as coal. John had not seen many black boys before, and he could not stop himself staring a while at their smooth well toned bodies. At this time there was around fifty boys lined up round the square, yet there was space for many more. Many where young teenagers, though the eldest was not more than sixteen, but some, like Nicholas, were younger, and here and there was a very young looking boy of no more than eight or nine. John was surprised at the range of emotions displayed on the boys' faces. Many were obviously frightened and confused, tears fresh on the cheeks of a few. Yet some of the others, particularly the non-European ones, looked indifferent, bored, or in the case of one, he was actually grinning as he stared round at the other boys in the room.

Some ten minutes later the trader returned to the room with another batch of boys, and these were shackled up on the same side of the square as John. This continued for another 30 minutes or so until all four sides of the square were occupied by semi-naked boys, their arms above their heads as they shifted around uncomfortably. John assumed these were the last, yet the trader disappeared and shortly returned with yet more boys. These were not shackled to the bars between the pillars like the others, but where taken into the centre of the room, where a number of small iron rings where attached to the floor. The boys were each shackled to one of the rings by a short chain attached to their ankle. The youngsters were even more scantily dressed than the others, their attire consisting of no more than a small piece of cloth attached to a cord around their waist, arranged so that it covered their genitals. This left the kids' shapely backsides completely bare. They also wore a leather collar, and handcuffs on their wrists were attached to this, thus ensuring the poor boy's hands did not attempt to cover up anything that they were not supposed to. John recognised a number of the boys as those belonging to the virgin group on the ship he travelled on, and he guessed all the boys in the centre to have never experienced a stiff cock in their rears. These boys were on average younger than the others had been, and none looked pleased to be there. The trader returned with another batch of virgin kids, and when he was finished some twenty or so were in the centre of the room, and in total close to a hundred boys were now present.

The slave trader wandered round, smiling as he admired the abundance of gorgeous boy flesh on display, each one a fine handsome specimen of male youth. He spent a few minutes moving from child to child, tiding them up where needed, or ensuring they stood up straight. Then he clapped his hands, and four of his men took up positions at each of the pillars. The man then headed off towards a large door at the far side of the room.

John had been aware for a while of the sound of voices, located somewhere within the building, which had become louder and louder in the time he had stood there. The source of this soon became clear when the trader returned accompanied by a host of men, who poured into the room chattering amongst themselves. The group fell silent for a short while as they listened to a short sales pitch from the slave trader, before they excitedly rushed over to the boys to examine the goods themselves. From the way they were dressed, John reckoned the majority were locals, but some had darker skin, and were dressed in long flowing robes and Turbans, so he guessed these were from further afield. He was stunned to see a few European men, dressed in fine suits, and he was momentarily gripped with a thought of asking them for help against their foreign kidnappers. Yet John knew that this was nave, these men obviously did not disapprove of this slave market, even if it was illegal in their own countries of origin.

The customers rapidly moved around the shackled boys, prodding and feeling them. Frequently one would spin a kid round, and lifting up the backside of the loincloth, would caress and squeeze the youngster's bare buttocks. Sometimes, as a boy became the object of attention of more than one customer, the tugging and lifting of the lad's pathetic garment would prove too much, and the loincloth would come apart and fall around the his feet. The boy was thus left completely naked, yet no one seemed concerned to restore both the item, and the exposed child's modesty. One man seemed to enjoy tickling the boys under their armpits, and unable to stop him many would burst out laughing, their young shrill voices cutting through the general din of the room. The virgin boys in the centre seemed to be attracting a lot of attention, as the eager men examined this untouched meat. On occasion a boy would be bent right over, as a prospective buyer prised apart the kid's ass cheeks for a look at the small brown anus hidden within. John found the whole thing bizarre and unreal, yet at the same time it was humiliating to be displayed as an item for sale. A number of times men pulled his mouth open, so as to examine his teeth, something John had seen his father do when considering the purchase of a horse at a country fair. The idea of being no better than an animal at the market was both distressing and degrading to the young teenager. Yet at the same time the sight of so many almost naked boys, plus the endless caressing and touching, was starting to arouse him, as much as he fought the urge, not wanting the men to think he was actually enjoying this. From the many loincloths showing a slightly raised front, it was clear a number of the other teenagers were having a similar problem.

Madir Maaronner and his friend Ranka arrived a little later for the sale, entering the room some twenty minutes after the main crowd. Madir, a tall handsome man in his late forties expressed some surprise at both the number of boys, and the size of the clientele.

"I heard a major shipment of boys arrived just a few days ago," Ranka explained, a short squat man dressed in a thick brown robe. "Many of them are said to have beautiful fair faces, and golden hair, it has generated a lot of excitement."

The two men strode into the main body, and proceeded to check out the goods on display.

"Very nice, very nice," Ranka commented, as he stroked the face of a boy before him, "this is a better batch than normal, don't you agree Madir?."

The taller man nodded, "True, there are many fine ones."

"Are you wanting to buy one my friend?."

"One, maybe two, if I can find the right ones," Madir replied, as the two proceeded round the square of shackled boys.

"Now here is a beauty," Madir said, as he stopped in front of a tall blond boy, with lovely blue eyes. "This is one I may make a bid for," and he ran his hands through John's hair, noting the youth did not flinch, but stared back at him.

"Nay, he is too old, this little one here is far more worthy of your consideration, he is certainly pretty, and also fair haired," Ranka said, as he ran his hand's over young Nicholas' soft skin, and down his flanks.

"Nonsense, this boy will retain his good looks for a few years yet," and pulling aside John's loincloth, he stared at the teenager's cock and balls, "He is well made too."

"Pah, what pleasure can his cock bring you, it's a boy's ass that interests me, look at the soft cheeks of this child, there is many years of pleasure to be gained through fucking this one." Ranka had turned Nicholas around, and had lifted up the rear of the boy's loincloth to show his friend the youngster's round backside.

"Cute, but too small and skinny for my tastes," Madir contradicted, and turned John round to gain a similar view of the older boy. "See, the cheeks of this one are firmer, and more rounded, he would give me a fine ride."

"Each to his own," Ranka commented, and the two men moved on.

John had picked up little of the Turkish the two men had conversed in, but was a bit surprised the man had looked at his cock, something only a few others had bothered to do, being more interested in his rear assets. Still over the next thirty minutes or so of the inspection, a few men did look at his genitals, and a couple even reached under his loincloth for a quick grope.

Eventually the trader clapped his hands, and made an announcement to his guests. The boy's were unshackled from the bars one by one, then led over to one side of the room, where they were permitted to sit down before being chained by the ankles to their companions. The kids were grateful to finally take the weight off their feet, having been made to stand for about two hours. As they waited, the trader's men and the two boy servants set about converting the room from an inspection area into an auction house, bringing in numerous chairs to seat the assembled guests.

When everyone had settled down, the trader stepped onto a low platform, close to where the boys were sitting, and addressed his guests for a short while. He then chatted to one of his men, and pointed to one of the boys, who was unchained from the others, and led up onto the platform. The boy was a young Adonis, 12 years old, with soft blond hair, silky smooth skin, and slim sexy body. He was one of the virgin boys, and it was clear to the trader he would fetch a high price, which was what he wanted for the first sale, to accustom the guests to the large sums needed to purchase their own boy. The kid's flimsy garment was roughly removed, and the guard holding him, twisted him slowly around to permit the audience a good view of his beautiful naked body. Soon after the bidding started, and they came in thick and fast. From the small amount of Turkish he had learnt, John recognised some of the numbers, but the currency was unfamiliar, so the amount of money being bided was meaningless to him.

Eventually the bidding was between just two men, and when one dropped out, the trader waited a while before declaring the boy to be sold. A tall, rich looking man approached the stage, and being handed the boy, led him away towards an adjoining chamber. No sooner had he vanished, the next boy was brought forward, an older youth of 14, with a tall graceful body. He too was quickly sold and led away, allowing the auction to move on. John watched the proceedings with a mixture of amazement and shock, as the boys were auctioned off, one by one, like he had seen so often at a cattle market. Occasionally one of the boys did not reach a minimum price the trader had determined for himself, and in such a case was not sold, but returned chained at the other side of the platform, obviously being kept for sale later. However the majority of boys were sold, as John watched one after another of his former friends, boys with whom he had gone through so much, being sold and led away. Tony the gypsy boy went to a short, stocky man with a turban. Patrick and his brother Timmy were also sold, and John was dismayed to see them go to different buyers, and he held back his rage at the cruelty of this act. With some two thirds of the boys sold, the trader's finger finally pointed at John, and a strong burley guard, unchained him, and manhandled him up onto the stage. His loincloth ripped off, the teenager was completely exposed to the lustful glares of his prospective buyers. There was still a good crowd remaining in the auction room, and the bidding proceeded at a brisk pace, before falling to around three men, as these continued to try and outbid each other. Eventually one emerged as the victor, and John saw a tall, good-looking man, with dark skin and calm brown eyes, approaching the stage.

The man looked vaguely familiar to the boy, but he had seen so many whirl past his eyes during the inspection that he could not be sure. Madir Maaronner, on the other hand, remembered the boy well, having been determined to have him soon after he had first seen him. The youth had cost him more than he had expected, but he was sure he would be worth it. The man gently took the boy's hand, and John, still overwhelmed by what was happening, simply allowed himself to be led away.

The pair entered an adjoining room, which was filled with boys that had been sold, along with their new masters and some more guards. Madir located two of his own men, and delivered John to them, before turning to the boy.

"Deutsch, Français, English?" he asked.

"English, sir," John replied.

"Good, I speak English good, but you learn Turkish. Name?."

"John."

"Wait here John, I go for other boy."

Madir left to return for the auction room. John was happy to have found out that both his buyer spoke English, and that maybe another boy would join him. He hoped it would be Nicholas, not aware that the little blond was not in Madir's preferred age range. He felt a light tap on his shoulder, and looking round saw it was one of the Turkish servant boys, holding the clothing he had been given by Abdul. John took them, and got dressed. When he glanced round the room he noticed that a number of the other boys were doing the same, though some were still naked, their returned clothing cast unwanted on the floor as their new masters started binding their hands and feet with rope or chains. Every now and again, a small group departed, as a master took his new purchases away to his home, and their new lives.

Some fifteen minutes later Madir returned, leading a tall boy with long brown hair. John was pleased to see that it was Pascal, the French boy he had gotten to know on board the ship. Pascal smiled at John, and also looked somewhat relieved that he was to remain with at least one person he knew. Madir barked an order at one of his men, and he produced two pairs of hand shackles. Once Pascal had received his clothing and dressed, both boys had their hands fastened behind them, then the whole group left the room through a door that led to a large courtyard. Numerous carts, wagons and carriages were parked in the yard, and John spotted several boys being bundled into the back of some of these. He noted that most were much more tightly bound than he and Pascal were, and some of them were still nude. Through the back of one wagon, he could see a naked dark skinned boy hanging upside down by his ankles, whilst his new master was none too gently prodding and pinching him. John quickly decided that on these first impressions, they could have done a lot worse than their new master.

Having arrived at a smart looking carriage with no windows, John and Pascal were bundled inside, followed by Madir and one of his men. The other man took the driving seat at the top, and the vehicle was soon on its way, fighting with the other traffic to get out of the courtyard. After some 30 minutes of travelling, the carriage came to a halt, and the boys stepped out into another courtyard, in front of a fair sized, well made house. John noted that a tall wall surrounded the entire grounds, with sharp metal spikes fixed to the top. The premises was situated part way up a hill, and from this vantage point it was clear that they were located within the suburbs of a city, probably the same one they had arrived in. John decided it was best that he had remained near the port, though he still had no idea where Billy and Jamie were.

The boys were escorted inside the house, which turned out to be a spacious and well furnished dwelling, indicating that their master was not short of money. The first thing Madir did was to inform the boys of their duties and responsibilities. The most important rule was not trying to escape, he left them in little doubt as to the dire circumstances if they tried. In addition, they were to address him as Master, and obey him in all ways, fulfilling all his wishes and desires. When he so indicated, they were to entertain his guests, whom they would obey like himself. Their responsibilities were to be solely domestic, so they would help out with cleaning, serving and the like. When he had finished, he clapped his hands and two tall youths entered the room. The newcomers were clad in short baggy trousers and silk tunics, and looked to around 17 years of age. One was clearly Turkish, the other had darker skin, and was possibly of Persian origin. Both were still handsome youths, but their boyish good looks were fading, and their broad shoulders and sharper faces showed the onset of manhood.

Madir informed John and Pascal that they would be replacing these two servants, and they were to learn from them quickly, as they would shortly be leaving his service. He then led the two boys into another lounge, and after telling them to sit down on some of the fine cushions, he said that for tonight alone, they would be treated as guests, and were to watch and learn from how they were served. Thus after a short pause, the two youths they had seen earlier entered the room bearing platters of food, and started serving both Madir and the two younger boys. A lot of the dishes were unfamiliar to both John and Pascal, but they were mostly delicious, and far nicer than what they had been fed over the last few weeks. The two hungry boys were quickly devouring everything they were given.

When dinner was complete, Madir, the two new boys, and the elder servants removed to a further room. This was clearly a bathroom, with an elegant marble bath in the centre. The two servants left the room, returning a short while later with buckets of steaming water, with which they filled the bath. They then added various oils and scents to the water, before approaching Madir to helping him undress. Shortly there after John got his first look at the naked body of his new master. The man was passed his prime, but he still had a muscular fit body, with only a little fat around his waist. He stepped into the bath, and the older youths discarded their own clothing, revealing two nude forms to the younger boys. Their bodies were those of well-developed teenagers, with firm pecs and stomachs. They were almost as tall as their master, though their smooth hairless skin contrasted with the thick black hair that covered the chest and legs of the man. John noted that the public hair of the boys was absent, indicating that they had shaved their bodies. Both boys had fair sized cocks, the large purple heads in view, indicating they had been circumcised. Their fully formed balls swung freely between their legs. The youths knelt by the bath, and began to bathe their master. They used numerous soaps and oils to aid them in the task, and their expert hands ran gently over his whole body. When they were complete, Madir stepped out of the bath, and lay down on a nearby couch, after which his servants proceeded to massage his body, paying particular attention to his back and buttocks, and later when he was on his back, to his cock. The massage was slow and sensual, and whilst doing his front, every now and then one of the boys would lower his head to suck the man's penis. Not surprisingly Madir was fully erect when they were complete.

The Turk sat down on a comfortable armchair, and after barking something in Turkish to the two youths, he watched as they proceeded to John and started undressing him. They then led the beautiful naked boy to the bath, and bathed him as thoroughly as they had the man. This complete, they took the now glisteningly clean boy to the couch, where he was also given a massage. Despite his fear over his new situation, John was soon hard, and mightily enjoyed the attention of the other boys' hands and mouths. When he was done, John watched Pascal receive the same treatment, then both boys were guided towards Madir, who ran his hands all over there clean oiled bodies, gently squeezed their rock hard pricks.

"I wish to see how you suck in your land," Madir stated simply, and pointing to the two older youths, leaving John and Pascal in little doubt what he wanted. Fortunately both boys were expert cocksuckers, and feeling very horny themselves, they fell to their knees before the boy servants, determined to give a show to make their country proud. Sucking in the pricks of the two older teens, it was not long before their considerable staffs started to stiffen, quickly expanding to fill their suckee's mouths. Despite this considerable growth, both boys managed to take the entire length down their throats, and were soon sucking and licking the swollen rod at some speed. John had only given a blowjob to one circumcised prick before, a Jewish man that had attended one of his father's parties. He enjoyed the novel feeling of the silky smooth purple head rolling around in his mouth, and greedily swallowed the copious pre-cum that leaked out of the small slit. As his actions intensified, he felt the boy he was sucking start to tense up, and his balls began to tighten, so John knew it would not be long before he was treated to a mouthful of delicious boy cream. However as the moment of climax struck, the older teenager pulled out of his mouth, and shot his plentiful load all over the blond boy's face. Madir's servant had been with his master for some time, and he knew the man preferred to see fresh sperm decorate a pretty boy's face, rather than have it deposited straight into a waiting mouth or ass. The boy Pascal had been sucking had performed a similar feat, and Madir spent some minutes admiring the cum strewn faces of the ravishing boys, before he ordered each one to lick his companion clean.

After generously praising his new boys on their performance, Madir ordered his two older servants to retire. Taking the remaining lads by the hand, he led them to an adjoining bedchamber. The Turk was feeling very randy after watching John and Pascal perform, so he wasted little time on preliminaries. He sat down on the edge of a large bed that dominated the room, then ordered first one boy, then the other, to blow him.

Madir shuddered in pleasure as the soft, yet experienced mouths serviced him. How much more pleasurable was a well trained teenager compared to an untouched little boy, he thought. As each boy brought him close to climax, he would pull him off his cock, wait for a while for his passions to cool, before ordering the next kid to continue. When he feared even this rest period would prove to be insufficient to prevent him climaxing, he told the two boys to 69 each other whilst he watched. The horny teenagers put on a good show, as their straining erections pistoned in and out of their friend's mouth. Seeing the boys were close to orgasm, Madir stopped them, and gently manoeuvred them so that they were lying face down on the bed next to each other. The action paused for a while, whilst Madir stroked the boys' bottoms and thighs', deciding which one he would fuck. He was determined to bugger just one of his new boys on this first night with them. He would enjoy the ass of the other the following morning. Both of the boys had such voluptuous firm buttocks, prime for reaping, which was why he had purchased them in the first place. One was as tempting as the next, but he had never fucked a blond boy before, so it was this that made up his mind. The fact that the colour of a child's hair had no connection to the tightness of his asshole was not considered by the man, as he ordered Pascal to roll over onto his back, and placed John on top of him.

Lining up his straining prick to the boy's ass, he quickly penetrated the kid's often fucked hole, pausing to enjoy the pressure of the anal folds after he had impeded himself in to the hilt. He fucked in and out of John for a while, before ordering the embuggered boy to raise his bum in the air a bit. The boys' swollen pricks were rubbing together as John was fucked, yet they were to receive further attention as Madir reached down and grabbed one in each hand, then started yanking them vigorously. The two teenagers had their faces pressed into each other, and they were soon passionately kissing. The Turk speeded up his fucking action, then buried his face between that of the two boys, intertwining his tongue with that of the boys in a three-way embrace. The over sexed teenagers could not last long with this kind of stimulation, and first one, then the other discharged all over the man's hands. The Turk lifted his hands, feeding the boys the sticky substance, and the sight of their handsome faces licking up their combined emissions pushed him over the edge, and with an almighty scream he emptied his load deep into the blond boy's bowels.

The man withdrew his slimy pole from John's anus, then taking up a position between his two new slaves, he soon drifted off to sleep. John lay exhausted behind him, but found it harder to drop off, as he was too busy thinking about what had happened over the last few days. Although he was far from happy at the prospect of becoming a slave, he was well aware that both himself and Pascal could have done far worse than Madir as a master. So far the man had been gentle and kind, and had even looked after their own pleasure, a stark contrast to their self-centred kidnapper. Yet John had not only himself to consider. What had become of his young brother and friend? Although he was unsure of the exact date, he knew it was late March, and on April the 5th it would be his little brother's eleventh birthday. Yet was he still alive to see it? Despite his attempts to be optimistic, John could not get the image out of his mind of little Billy being roasted alive on a spit by some sadistic new master.

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