James Stuart
the Erotic Historian

The Country Manor

Chapters 17-18

"Happy Birthday Billy," Jamie said, and he kissed the young boy gently on the lips as he watched Billy slowly recover from his powerful orgasm.

"Did I produce any cream?" Billy asked. Jamie shrugged in reply, as Billy had had his cock imbedded in the youngster's ass at the time he came, and Jamie had certainly not felt any liquid being squirted into his innards.

"You're still too young," Danny commented, as he pulled his slimy cock from Billy's butt. The ex-hotel bellboy had formed the other side of the sandwich that had driven Billy to such ecstasy, and having not produced a drop of sperm till well after his twelve birthday, was not convinced Billy could do it at just 11.

Jamie glanced over to the other boys that made up their little group, whom had also just finished with their sexual play. They were Little John, Ricky Brown, Joseph, and two others. The first three were all English boys they had shared their room on the boat. Of the other two, the first was also English, a dark haired 12 year old called David, whom had been in the virgin room during the boat journey, though Abdul had fucked the untouched boy within a couple of days of getting back to his home. The fifth boy was the young Finnish boy that had been in with the non-virgins. Unable to communicate with any of the other boys, Jamie and Billy had felt sorry for him and had brought him into their own group. The pair was currently teaching the boy how to speak English. None of them were able to pronounce his Finnish name, but it sounded a bit like Mick, so that is what they all called him.

The English boys were not the only ones to have formed a little group within the over sixty kids that made up Abdul's boy harem. Of the twenty or so European boys he had kept amongst those he had kidnapped, there was a French, a German, a Dutch and a Scandinavian group. The many boys that had already been present before the new batch arrived were all proficient Turkish speakers, so their little groupings were not split along purely language lines. All the same they were certainly of different ethnic backgrounds, some as black as the night from central Africa, some from Arabia, a few from the southern mountain areas of Russia, two from India, and even one oriental boy from China. For whatever reason Abdul had collected a harem of boys from all over the world, when clearly it would have been much easier and cheaper to have got the same number of local Turkish boys. Yet the man enjoyed the pleasure and feel of beautiful boys from a variety of backgrounds and cultures, and had gone to a lot of trouble to fulfil his wishes. The boys making up the harem varied from about 8 to 15 years of age. Most of the older ones were amongst those that were already here, as Abdul had mainly selected young boys of 12 or under from those he had kidnapped in Europe. A rare exception was Danny, but the 13-year-old teenager was so good looking the Turk had decided to keep him as well.

It had been about two weeks since Jamie and his friends had arrived at Abdul's home, and they were only just beginning to adjust to life in this new, alien environment. On the whole living conditions were mightily improved compared to the journey that had brought them here. The food was passable, if a bit strange, plus they were given clean clothes, and access to a large bathing room, where they were required to bathe at least once a day. However they did not get a room of their own, they slept and spent most of the day in a large room which housed all of Abdul's boy harem. It was furnished with little more than a endless quantity of large soft pillows, which the boys used to sit on during the day, and lay on at night. Servants did all the cleaning and cooking, so the boys had no household duties to perform. Of course they were required to service their master's sexual needs, and most nights he summoned one or more of them to his bedchamber for precisely this role. Also it was not just the master that used the boys' sexual services, as they were required to satisfy those of other men. Abdul's second in command, a rather pokey faced thin man called Panesh, had the right to take them when he desired, and also any guests that fancied a beautiful boy to grace their bed for the night. This latter category was no rare occurrence, as Abdul had many visitors, some friends, others business associates. He was not a wealthy man for no reason, and had many money making schemes on the go, some entirely legal, others less so. If he could clinch a deal by offering a man some pretty young boy to fuck, he had no qualms in doing so. In the two weeks since Jamie had joined the Harem, he had once been to bed with Abdul, and twice with a guest.

Yet apart from the occasionally nightly duty, the boys had nothing to do. They received no lessons, nor were provided with any toys or games to help pass the time. In short their main enemy was boredom, so it was little surprise that the horny little devils turned to sexual games amongst themselves as the main means of entertainment. Fortunately this was a practice that was neither forbidden, nor discouraged by their master. When they were required for sexual services, they performed a purely passive role, sucking or getting fucked at the whim of the man they were with. If those capable of producing sperm blew the lot playing with his little friends a few hours before, this did not seem to trouble Abdul, or most of his guests, whom generally did not touch their young cocks at all.

Throughout the majority of the day they were generally permitted to roam as they wished, though this was restricted to the harem room, the bathing room, and a large courtyard outside. There were normally a few guards around to keep an eye on them, but as long as they did not attempt to stray outside their permitted bounds, the men had no right to touch them, and in particular take advantage of them. The kids were well aware of this fact, and many of the devilish ones flashed various parts of their bodies at the guards, or made lewd gestures before their eyes. This made the poor men drool with lust, tormented at the thoughts of a pleasure that was so close, but forbidden.

"You boys finished?," a young voice asked, "Anyone want to come for a walk?" The speaker was 14-year-old Simon Bentworth-Wainwright, also an English boy, but one whom had already been part of the harem before Jamie and Billy had arrived. Simon had been kidnapped from his parents during a trip to Egypt when he was just 8 years old, and after falling into the hands of a slave trader, had eventually been sold to Abdul. He had thus been in the harem for over five years, and spoke fluent Turkish. Abdul had always spoken to the boy in English, to help the continuance of his own grasp of the language, which had the fortunate affect of ensuring young Simon had not forgotten his mother tongue entirely. The boy was one of Abdul's favourites, who had fallen in love with his fair complexion and blond wavy hair, though the latter was starting to darken now. It was Simon that had given the Turk a passion for fair-haired youths, and helped explain why he had kidnapped so many of this type. Jamie and the others had found the boy to be a great source of information, as he was the only one of the existing harem boys they could easily communicate with.

Jamie was the only one that fancied a walk, even if this only consisted of a few laps round the courtyard, so he got up, and donned a kind of long shirt that covered his nude body to just above his knees. He then took the older boy's hand, and the two of them walked out into the courtyard. It was a warm day, and after a short stroll the two of them sat down in the grass to enjoy the sun.

From this position they could see quite a bit of what was now home, Abdul's house. Actually Abdul's fortress would be a better description, as the entire place was surrounded by a very high wall, patrolled along the top by some of his many guards. Within the fortress was the house itself, and a number of pretty courtyards separated by lower, inner walls. Jamie glanced over at the far side of the house, and could see a large open balcony on which a few women could be seen. It was strange seeing members of the opposite sex, as all of Abdul's guards and domestic servants were male. Simon had informed them that they were all their master's wives, whom formed part of a smaller female harem housed within a different part of the palace. Apparently their sole function was to provide the man with a child and heir, and so for obvious reasons were not touched by anyone but Abdul himself. This was in stark contrast to his young male harem, whose occupants were frequently offered to other men, though obviously the boys were in no danger of getting pregnant. If a guest was so inclined to only want a female for his bed, he would get no help from this establishment. Despite his desire for an heir, the man had had no success so far, as none of his wives had borne him a child. The official excuse was that master had been unlucky in only marrying barren women, but Simon had offered alternatives. There was rumours the man was completely impotent when he lay with a member of the opposite sex, or even that his own sperm was not up to producing a child, although there was no shortage of the white stuff when he pumped it down a pretty boy's throat, or up his ass. In any case, given that most nights the master came to select one or more members of his boy harem for his bed, it appeared his wives were largely neglected.

The boy's own courtyard was set on higher ground than some of the others, and from where Jamie and Simon sat they were capable of seeing over the partitioning wall into the adjoining courtyard. This one joined onto the main gate, and also held the stables. To help pass the day sometimes the boys would sit and watch the many comings and goings through the gate. They had only been there a short while, when they spotted Abdul striding out of the main building towards the gate. Seconds later the main gate swung open, and a couple of carriages rolled through pulled by a quartet of fine looking grey horses. They drew to a halt, and a number of distinguished looking guests climbed out.

"That's Faruk el Maheer and his entourage," Simon said, "He is a very senior member of the religious establishment from the city."

Jamie saw Abdul greeting a rather portly old gentleman, whom he guessed was the man Simon was referring to.

"Oh dear, it could be trouble if he is here," Simon commented.

"Why's that?" Jamie asked.

"Because Faruk el Maheer considers himself a guardian of morals in this region, he has probably arrived to accuse our master of immoral sexual practices, he might threaten to publicly expose him."

"I don't understand, there is never any attempt to cover up what goes on here, all the servants and staff must know what happens."

"Of course they know, and Master knows they know, but it is only an issue if a well connected man, particularly a religious one, condemns him in public."

"Seems a bit odd to me," Young Jamie said. "What will Master do?"

"I guess he will have to pay the old man off, though he will not like doing it. He commonly blackmails other men, but is not happy when the same thing happens to him."

The guests went inside, and Simon told Jamie a number of tales of various things Abdul had done to other men, in order to extract advantages or money. Jamie was rather pleased that the boot was now on the other foot, and it was his kidnapper that was getting some of his own medicine. Jamie thought it was odd that the elder boy often spoke quite fondly of his master, despite the fact that the man was holding them all prisoners here. Simon however, was pleased that Abdul had returned, stating that Panesh, his deputy, was a cruel man, who had frequently mistreated the boys when he was in charge of the house during the many months of Abdul's absence. Simon had shown Jamie the still fresh bruises across one of the harem boy's buttocks, where Panesh had severely caned him.

When it started getting dark, the boys went inside, and a short time later they were given their dinner by the palace servants. Normally when Abdul had guests, he would pick a handful of boys from the harem to serve the men food and drink. This was a task most of the boys were happy to perform, as it meant that at least for a short time they could get out of the small part of the grounds to which they were quartered, and actually do something. If the cook was in a good mood, they could also help themselves to some of the food on offer as well, which was generally tastier than that the boys got given themselves. The boy waiters would be dressed in sexy revealing outfits, or sometimes serve the food wearing nothing at all, much to the enjoyment of the guests. At the end of the meal a guest would either choose one of the pretty boys for his bed, or, if he was very fussy, would be guided to the harem for an even wider choice. Given what Simon had said about Faruk el Maheer, the present guest, and his likely mission, it was of little surprise that none of the boys were summoned to serve for tonight's meal. Their presence would have been downright inappropriate as Abdul attempted to defend his moral character.

Somewhat later that evening, as many of the boys were starting to settle down for bed that night, Simon came up to young Jamie, and with an excited look in his eyes, dragged him off to one side, where the two could talk in some privacy.

"Things are not going well for master at all," Simon whispered. "It seems that Faruk is deeply in debt, and wants a lot more money than our master is willing to pay. No agreement was reached, and so they have broken off negotiations until tomorrow." Jamie wondered how Simon had found this information out, it was clear that the boy had a number of contacts amongst the servants.

"I do not care if he demands every penny he has," Jamie commented.

"Maybe not, but it will not be good for us if he has to sell us to some evil master that whips us all day, and has his twenty large guards fucks us while he watches."

Jamie admitted that would not be pleasant, being unused to the concept of being a slave, and having had only one master, he did not know whether Abdul was better or worse than the average. All the same, it was clear that things were relatively easy here, and he could be much worse off elsewhere.

"Anyway that will not happen," Simon added, "Our master is much too clever for that. He has hatched a plot to help his own cause."

"What plot?" Jamie asked.

"He is going to get a couple of boys to seduce the old hypocrite. Apparently the boys will be Ivan, you know, the Russian boy, and Benra, that dark haired lovely from Persia."

Jamie did not know that much about Benra, but he knew all about Ivan, a cheeky young 12 year old whom had been at the harem for more than a year. Ivan was well known amongst the boys as being sex mad, and never seemed to tire finding partners to play around with. With fine light brown hair, fiery blue eyes, and a beautiful smile, the boy had the assets to seduce a saint.

"Do you think it will succeed?" Jamie asked.

"Hard to say, Faruk will no doubt be used to resisting temptation, he likes money, but there are rumours he has never lain with a woman or a boy. Anyway, if I know master, he will have slipped a special drug into his guest's drink, and although it does not make one necessarily lust for boys, it nevertheless makes the drinker very horny."

"It will be interesting to hear how Ivan does."

"I can do better than that, shall we go and watch?" Simon said.

Jamie's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"How?" he asked.

Simon's voice lowered even more, "I know of a way, but you have to promise to never tell a soul, only me and a couple of others know of it."

Jamie quickly agreed to the condition. He did not know why the older boy was willing to trust him, but he was flattered that he had. The plain fact was that Simon had taken the young new boy to his heart, as he saw much in him that was like himself when he was just 10. Jamie had the face of an innocent, but Simon could tell that underneath he was a brave and kind-hearted young boy. A number of the new boys were still sulky and depressed at being taken away from their homes, yet Jamie seemed to have decided to knuckle down to make the best of a bad situation. Not that he did not want to go home, just that he seemed to handle himself better, and was often comforting the other boys, particularly Billy, whom missed his father and brothers desperately.

Simon led Jamie off down a short corridor, which ended in a stout wooden door. Servants used the entrance when bringing the boys food, though beyond it was off limits to them. The boys stood there a short while, and sure enough a man did come through the door, and when it was open Jamie spotted a guard just on the other side. The servant shut the door, ignored the boys, then proceeded into the room, returning shortly afterwards with some dirty plates and half eaten food. Jamie wondered if Simon planned to dash past the man as the door was open, which seemed rather foolhardy with the guard there, but the older boy made no move. The boys stood there for some minutes watching servants pass through and return, but eventually, shortly after one had passed back through, the heard a click as the door was locked. Simon waited for a few minutes more, listened to the door, then said.

"Okay, no one will come now, let's go."

Jamie was wondering if the other boy was about to pick the lock, but instead, he picked up a small table that was nearby, moved it over to another part of the corridor, then deftly clambered onto it. Raising his arms in the air they came into contact with the roof, and if by magic a large tile was dislodged, and pushed aside to reveal an opening overhead. Simon climbed back down off the table, and started undressing, quickly removing the trousers and shirt which was all that he was wearing. Once he was nude, he turned to look at Jamie, asking him to strip off as well, which produced a rather puzzled look from the youngster.

"It's rather dirty up there," Simon explained, "and bodies are easier to wash than clothes. We do not want to arouse suspicion."

The explanation made sense, and lifting off the single long shirt, which was all he was wearing, Jamie revealed his luscious young body to the teenager's view. Helping Jamie up onto the table, Simon then lifted him up to the panel, and the youngster climbed inside. The 10-year-old was surprised what a narrow space it was that he entered. It was obviously the space between the roof and the floor above, but the height was less than two feet. Simon scrambled up alongside the younger boy.

"Hmm, this was easier when I was your size," he commented, then slid the roof tile back into place, after which it went completely dark. A small whimper of fear issued from Jamie, but Simon put his arm round the boy and said.

"Don't worry, I know my way round, just make sure you keep with me, and try not to make any noise, or we may be heard from below."

Jamie promised he would, and when Simon started crawling away, the younger boy crawled after him, his hands brushing against the leader's feet, to reassure him he was not alone. After a short while, Jamie saw a small light ahead, and as he got closer and crawled past it, he noticed it was an air vent, through which he saw a brightly lit corridor below. They passed a number of other such vents, below which Jamie could see corridors and rooms he had never seen before. Most were unoccupied, but occasionally a few people were seen, either performing some task, or just sitting and talking. After a while, Simon stopped at one vent, and moving aside a little, gestured for Jamie to move along side him.

"This looks interesting, let's watch a while," Simon whispered very quietly into Jamie's ear. The young blond peered down into the room below, and noticed two men, dressed as servants, sat on a couch. Glancing round, Jamie's eyes grew bigger when he saw two other occupants, a boy and another man, both completely nude.

"It's Ranneet, one of the servant boys," Simon whispered, though Jamie had not seen him before. The boy looked to be around 13, with short black hair, and a dark complexion. He was not as pretty as the harem boys, certainly below the exacting standards Abdul set for his personal boy stable, but he still had a lovely slim body, with a round firm looking bottom. A few tufts of thin wiry hair above his cock was further evidence that he was not a harem boy, as all of those old enough to have any were shaved of their pubic hair. Although the child had obviously started his puberty growing spurt, he was still a lot shorter than the strong looking man that stood beside him. As the adult lifted the boy's face and started kissing him, the young teenager was obliged to lift himself onto his tiptoes so that their lips would meet. Jamie guessed the man was also a servant, and it seemed that although this sort were not allowed to touch the harem boys, fellow servants were certainly fair game, and as there were no female servants, it was little surprise that horny men would turn to the younger servants of their own sex.

The two lovers kissed for a short while, during which the man ran his hands over the kid's smooth body, particularly his flanks and ass. The other two men in the room just sat and watched the show, but one of them said something, and the naked man nodded, and started pressing down on the shoulders of his young mate. The boy knew what was required, and after lowering to his knees, he slipped the man's semi hard penis into his mouth. The large organ rapidly started to swell and slipped further down the kid's throat. A sizeable bulge could be seen in the sucker's neck, and as the man drew himself out, Jamie could see the full extent of the enormous weapon, a good nine or ten inches in length, with a thick shaft leading up to the giant swollen head. It was in sight for just a few seconds, before it was plunged back, and the man started fucking the boy's face with some energy. It was evident that the young teen was an experienced and talented cocksucker, as they could see his soft tongue expertly flicking round the large shaft as it was pistoned in and out of his mouth. The man was clearly in heaven, and looked close to shooting, however he pulled out, and nodded to the boy. It was clear that the kid knew what was expected of him next, knowing only too well what was to be the next destination of that formidable prong he had just been sucking.

The boy rose to his feet, and making his way over to a nearby table, he clambered on so that he was on his hands and feet. The servant walked over so that he was behind the boy, his large erection swaying as he walked. He stroked the kid's lovely smooth behind for a short while, before he roughly pulled apart the heavenly globes, lined the head of his prick with the pink asshole, and drove in, embedding himself to the hilt with a single thrust. The boy's face winced at the intrusion into his body, but from the ease with which it had gone in, it showed the teenager had a well fucked ass.

Not waiting for the lad to become accustomed to the large invader, the man immediately started fucking him hard, the boy's whole body being forced forward each time the man's loins slapped into his buttocks. Jamie had been watching the scene so intently, that he had not noticed that one of the men whom had been watching had now gotten undressed, and had made his way round to the front of the kid. With a quick command, he too was soon enjoying a blowjob from the child, obviously getting himself prepared for his turn in the boy's tight ass. From the excited look of the one remaining spectator, it was evident that he too would be serviced, and Jamie wondered if any more men would come in to enjoy the boy's charms. In any case he was not destined to find out, as this was not what the boys had come to see, and Simon pulled on his friend's arm, to indicate that they needed to be going. Jamie had a last glance at the scene below, seeing the men vigorously fucking the boy both fore and aft, then crawled off behind Simon.

"Do they play with that servant boy every night," Jamie asked, as they crawled along.

"I am not certain, but I bet it's rare that he sleeps without a bottom full of cum."

After some time, they left the servant's areas behind, and Simon announced they had almost reached the guests area. Jamie recognised some of this place, as he had been brought here on two occasions to entertain a guest. Simon glanced round a couple of rooms, then stopped when he saw one that was occupied. Jamie crawled up, and peered inside, and was not overly surprised to see a man pistoning his prick in and out of some boy's behind. Jamie could not see the child's face, but from his small frame, it was evident that it was a young one.

"That's Hanesh," Simon whispered, pointing to the man. "He is not one of the clerics, but is the slimy sort that will attach himself to a party if he thinks he can gain something. He has been before, and Master knows he likes little boys, so I guess he has given him one."

"But why, I thought it was only Faruk that was after money."

"True, but master knows it is better to keep the rest of Faruk's entourage happy, as they may be able to influence him. I suspect there are boys in each the other guests chambers, trying to proof to them the foolishness of their leader's moral ideas."

As they were talking, the two persons copulating in the room below shifted slightly, and Jamie was astonished to see that the child was none other than Little John. Obviously Abdul had recruited this youngster for his scheme, and from the look of joy on the cute mug of the 8-year-old, it was evident that it was a task he was happy to perform. Jaime watched mesmerised, as his little friend ground his ass into the man's loins in order to take in more prick, the boy really was a total catamite.

"Come on," Simon said, "Let's go find some of the religious ones, they may have resisted better," and the two crawled on until they had reached an air vent from where they could stare into another guest's room. This time the guest was obviously a cleric, as was evident from the sombre nature of his clothing. Not that the man was actually wearing them, as they were scattered round the room, as if they had been hastily discarded. The naked man was sat on the edge of the bed, with an equally naked dark haired boy upon his knee. Jamie recognised the boy as belonging to the harem, but he did not know him very well. The man he was spying on however was getting a lot more aquatinted with the ravishing youth, whose slim smooth body contrasted with the hairy bloated one of the adult. The man was softly kissing the boy full on the lips, whilst one of his hand's toyed with the child's small erect pricklet. The kid was repaying the complement, as his hand slowly wanked the very hard, if not particularly large, cock of his lover.

Simon was shaking his head in astonishment.

"It is obvious this one gave into temptation very easily," then he added philosophically, "The clergy are weak willed, particularly when you offer them boys."

Jamie was enjoying the erotic sights he had witnessed, but was also a little disappointed that he had not had the opportunity to see the seduction, as the holy man fought with his conscience before giving into his body.

"Come on, the master guestroom is just ahead," Simon whispered to his friend. "Let's see how Ivan is getting on with Faruk."

As they crawled along Jamie was almost certain that they would look down to see young Ivan being vigorously sodomised by the chief guest, but when they did peer inside, there was not a boy in sight.

The room was much bigger than the other guestrooms, and very brightly lit, with large extravagant furniture, and detailed tapestries adorning the walls. To one side of the room was a good sized sunken bath, and it was on a couch besides this that Faruk was lounging, clad comfortably in a silk bathrobe, which did little to hide his over sized belly. The only other occupant of the room was an adult male servant, whom was currently emptying a bucket of steaming water into the bath. He left, though returned a few times until the bath was filled to the brim. The servant exchanged a few words, obviously in Turkish, but Simon translated for his young companion.

"Sorry for the wait Sire, but your bath is now ready."

Faruk nodded his assent, and the servant bowed, and made towards the exit. However, just before he reached the door, he veered off towards the corner, and pulling aside one of the tapestries on the wall revealed a small alcove inside.

"These slaves will aid you with your bath," the man announced, and without waiting for a reply, exited the room and shut the door.

Faruk stared in astonishment at the alcove, as stood just inside was young Ivan and his companion Benra. The two boys were dressed as Ganymedes, wearing just a simple cloth around their loins, and a garland of flowers upon their heads. Both had beaming smiles on their pretty faces, and they entered the room hand in hand, stopping just in front of the cleric and bowing low. Faruk was speechless for a while as he looked over the two ravishing youngsters, but he was no fool, these two were not just here to help him bathe, but were obviously there to tempt him into the evils of fornication.

"I can bathe myself," the man stammered at last "You two are dismissed." Both boys had been in Turkey long enough to understand what Faruk had said, but they simply looked at him blankly. Simon smiled, he knew this was a ploy, since if the boys pretended to not understand, they could misinterpret the man's orders without appearing to be disobedient.

Thus instead of leaving, the young slaves busied themselves with dropping various scents and bath salts into the water. Faruk repeated his command in Arabic, then French, but seeing that he was getting nowhere he decided to resort to a more international language, and walking up to just in front of the boys, he pointed to the door. Ivan did not miss the opportunity, and the dextrous boy whipped his arm out to pull loose the belt around the man's robe. Meanwhile Benra nipped round behind him, and gently pulled the garment from Faruk's shoulders, where it tumbled down to lay round his feet. Stunned by his sudden nakedness, Faruk allowed himself to be led into the bath, where at least he could hide his bloated body from the eyes of his little servants. The warm soothing water, and the intoxicating sweet smelling steam that arouse from it, relaxed the man, and his rage at the impertinence of the two did not have chance to develop. So be it, he decided, cleansing the body was a holy act, and just because there were two slaves helping him, he saw no harm in that.

Faruk closed his eyes and relaxed, leaving the boys gently washing his body. He grunted in satisfaction at the luxuriant feel of the children's soft hands upon his skin. Faruk tried to put the thought of the slaves' attractive bodies out of his mind, he had never actually had sex with a boy, though he had occasionally considered it. The fact remains was that he had only rarely been able to enjoy a sexual partner, without fear of damaging his reputation, and on each of these occasions it had been a young woman. Besides he had preached on the evil of pederasty often enough that he still considered it wrong. Yet despite this, the man was currently incredibly horny. He could not understand why he felt like this, normally he was an expert in repressing his urges. Maybe it was the bath, he did not know, but he was aware that his penis was starting to harden, and was pleased that the bath scents had discoloured the water enough to hide his loins.

Opening his eyes, Faruk could see that Ivan was currently washing his feet, and he could feel Benra rubbing his back. The Russian boy was on his hands and knees, and was so oriented that his ass was pointing towards the cleric's head. The loincloth was stretched tight over the child's cheeks, and Faruk was sure that the cheeky imp was swaying it deliberately. For some reason Faruk had a strong desire to see that shapely rump properly, free from the skimpy garment that showed off its wonderful dimensions, but hid its colour and texture. He knew he could command the boy to remove it, but he did not want to give the child the wrong idea. He simply wanted to gaze on the boy's lovely bum, it did not need to go further than that.

Spotting that the loincloth was tied together by a short string the dangled down, Faruk raised his arms in the air to stretch them, but as his hand passed the small string, he gave it a quick tug and the garment came apart and fell off the boy. He feasted his eyes on the youngster's gorgeous backside, two soft firm hillocks with a deep cleft between, the skin taut, hairless and unblemished. The man had hoped that his actions had looked like an accident, and for a second Ivan made no move, but carried on like nothing had happened. Yet a moment later the boy turned his head round, and he gazed straight into the man's eyes, his angelic face lit up with such a sexy smile, Faruk's prick instantly grew another inch. Ivan adjusted his position, so that his lovely bottom was almost in the man's face, and Faruk had to resist the temptation of burying his nose between the boy's shapely globes. Parting his legs somewhat, and arching his back, Ivan's firm ass cheeks came apart, revealing the little treasure within. The cheeky imp's small pink asshole actually winked at the man, as if it was begging to be fucked.

Faruk pulled his face away and closed his eyes, fighting the urges of his body. When he opened them again, he saw that Benra had stopped washing his back, and was walking round to the join his companion at the man's feet. Faruk was not really surprised to note that the boy had also cast aside his loincloth, and he admired the kid's firm round buttocks, swaying as he walked. They looked even more tempting than those of the young Russian boy did. The Persian lad had darker skin than Ivan, and was slightly older, but still had a soft, hairless body, and a more alluring, if less sexual appearance. Yet Ivan was the chief villain of this act, and had seduced a number of men for the benefit of his master. He revelled in such work as a challenge, a way to show that although he was just a common slave child, he held an enormous power over wealthy, self-righteous men.

Both boys now began to move slowly upwards, each washing one of his legs, firstly the shin and lower leg, then the knees, before moving to the thighs. Here the boys remained for a while, but on each stroke Ivan's little hand lightly flicked the rock hard prick of the man, whom shuddered with each touch. Shifting position once more, the boys started washing the man's flanks, and pushing their hands deep into the bath, they ran their hands over his large posterior. All the time Ivan kept looking deep into Faruk's eyes, smiling sweetly, as if he was trying to hypnotise the adult. Then the pretty Russian boy nodded to his mate, and they both slipped their hands underneath the bather's buttocks. They began to slowly lift the man up, so that soon Faruk caught sight of his own erection, rising out of the water as if it was King Arthur's sword Excalibrar, being lifted out of the pool by the lady of the lake. The Turk just watched as the two children grinned at his aroused manhood. He felt so exposed, but he was unable to move. Then, very slowly, Ivan started to stoop his head, and as he got lower his lovely round lips parted as he prepared to take the large head of the upraised pole into his mouth. Yet it was a step too far, and as the Faruk saw what the boy was about to do, he suddenly came to his senses, and pulling himself back, jumped out of the pool rather faster than would be expected of a man of his dimensions.

"Oh no you little minxes, I know what your game is, I know what your master wants me to do." Feeling that he was again in control of his actions, Faruk was about to once more order the slaves to quit his room. Yet as he gazed down at the two delicious naked boys, whom looked up at him with large eyes, and an injured look on their faces, he was again filled with a driving lust.

"Fortunately your master is not the only clever one," Faruk commented, talking largely to himself as he assumed the boys could not understand him. He turned round and walked over to the door. He was not surprised to see that it had no key, and there were no bolts. Yet there are other ways to secure a door, so he rammed a carpet into the crack under it to jam it, then pulled a large table in front of the portal.

Returning to the centre of the room, he beckoned to the two youngsters, whom were still kneeling beside the bath, to come and join him. The pair bounded up to him like a couple of young fawns, their faces lit up in joy.

"No doubt Abdul intended to come into my room when I was in a compromising position with you two lovelies, but I have foiled his plan, if he starts knocking down the door I will simply retreat to the bath, and feint innocence." Faruk smiled at the boys, and started to stroke their soft hair. Turning to Ivan, he said.

"I believe I interrupted you, pray do continue," and he ran a finger over the boy's red lips, then pointed at his cock, to ensure the kid knew what was expected of him. Ivan gave Faruk a cheeky smile, then lowering himself to his knees, he slipped the man's softened penis into his mouth. The feel of the sweet child's soft lips and tongue soon restored it to its previous dimensions.

"Suck away you little whore," the Turk shouted, and shuddered with delight as the boy carried out his command to the letter, taking the entire length of the prick down his throat, then pulling out to lick the man's shaft and hairy ballsack. Benra was not too keen at being left out, and walking up so that the young Russian was between his long slim legs, he put his arms around the big man, and kissed him passionately on the lips. Faruk did not reject his advances, but shoved his tongue deep into the recesses of the Persian boy's mouth, wrapping his arms round the young teen's waist so that he could stroke his magnificent ass, smoother and firmer than any woman's he had felt.

"Surely the plan is ruined," Jamie commented to Simon. "If the door is locked, how will master catch him red-handed as he plays with those boys." Jamie knew only too well that the account of the boys alone of what had happened would be useless, as the word of a slave boy carried no value.

Simon grinned wickedly at the youngster. "Oh how much you underestimate the intelligence of our master, come follow me."

Simon started crawling away, and Jamie was initially reluctant to follow, as the scene in the room below was definitely heating up after a slow start. Still he was curious to know what Simon was talking about, so he scrambled off after the boy.

They did not travel far, just a few yards, before Simon, stopped again, and holding a finger to his lips, pointed at another vent hole leading to a room below. Jamie peered inside, and to start with could make little out, as the room was very small, poorly lit and filled with a deathly silence. Then he spotted what looked like the back of a man, whom was bending over with a black cloth draped over his head and shoulders. Just in front of him was a large strange looking contraption, which was pushed up against the wall that adjoined the room they had just been looking into. Jamie strained hard to make out more, and Simon almost burst out laughing, as the young child suddenly realised what it was he was looking at. The boy's face widened in a combination of shock, surprise and utter amazement. The machine below was none other than a camera, Jamie had only seen one before, at a agricultural show he attended with his father, but he recognised it now. The device was obviously set up next to a hole in the wall, so it could take pictures of the next room, where Faruk was currently taking several liberties with a couple of naked slave boys. Abdul, the demon, having his honoured guest photographed whilst performing immoral acts in the privacy of his own room. All of a sudden the photographer, obviously one of Abdul's men, emerged from under the camera cursing, and removing the photographic plate, walked off to get a replacement.

Simon whispered to Jamie that the man was complaining that the subjects he was shooting were not keeping still, hardly surprising considering what they were doing. All the same from the large collection of plates that lay on one side of the room, it was evident that the man had taken quite a few shots, and it was certain some would come out very nicely.

Grinning like schoolboys, the two spies left the photographer to his work, and crept back to the room containing the guest and his young entertainers. The three participants were still in the same place as when Jamie and Simon had left, but the two boys had swapped places. Now it was Benra who was sucking away, his head underneath the man's bloated belly. Ivan meanwhile was stood on his tiptoes, being kissed and felt up by the Turk. Faruk's large hands were kneading the Russian boy's pink buttocks none too gently, pulling them apart, or squeezing them hard. Breaking off his embrace, the man stared directly into the ravishing child's blue eyes for a while, before he rained a few quick spanks onto the kid's little round ass, as if to punish him for being so sexy and irresistible. Ivan was still smiling, and when the Turk pushed him back slightly to stare at his full nude form, the man shook his head in amusement, when he spotted the kid's young cock standing straight up as if to compound his sins.

"You cheeky imp, you're enjoying this. Well I fancy some hard fucking, so let's see how much you will be grinning when I shove my big fat cock up your tight little ass."

In reality the cleric's cock was not particularly long, though it was fat like the rest of him. Ivan had to hold back the temptation to say, 'don't flatter yourself man, I've had bigger than your little thing inside me'.

Faruk pulled his hard cock out of the Persian boy's mouth, pointed to it, then poked Ivan's ass, to ensure the boy knew what he wanted. Ivan, who already knew what the horny man wanted, smiled sweetly in reply, then led the Turk to the bed. Gently pushing the man down so he was sat on the edge, Ivan straddled over him, holding himself so that his pretty ass was poised just above the man's quivering erection. Benra, knelt behind his companion, then quickly lubricated the youngster's hole with his tongue. This done, he grabbed hold of the man's prick, and steered it into position as Ivan slipped down, impaling himself on the hard rod. Faruk groaned in ecstasy when he felt his cock being constricted within the folds of the boy's warm rectum, and shivered further when the expert boy whore manipulated the muscles of his anal tunnel.

It was already the most exquisite feeling of Faruk's life, but it got even better as Ivan gradually started raising himself up and down, as he began to ride the cock embedded in him. If Faruk had bothered to look, he would have seen that Ivan's face was still smiling, and his little prick was just as rock hard as before. However the man was having too good a time to either notice or care. The Russian boy rode the cock with an ever-increasing tempo, as Benra shoved his head between the man's legs, licking his large balls. Faruk's passions started to reach fever pitch, and he bucked his hips up to meet the downward strokes of the boy he was buggering, his crotch crushing into the soft cheeks of the child. From his heavy breathing, and frantic actions, Ivan could tell that the man was close to cumming, ready to unleash a powerful spurt deep into his bowels. Yet if Faruk was getting ready to bring this to an end, the plucky Russian boy had not yet finished with the man yet, he had still more mischief to make. Jumping off the man's cock, he seized the cock at its base, and squeezed hard to stop the Turk's impending orgasm.

The cleric opened his eyes and growled angrily at Ivan, but the boy just grinned again, and pointed to Benra, whom was now in the centre of the bed, his face pressed down in the pillows, his round ass thrust up high in the air. Faruk stared at the beautiful image, the boy's dark, polished skin, his ass cheeks slightly larger than those of the Russian boy, the curves better defined, the flesh firm looking. Still filled with lust, he lunged over to the boy, pulled those lovely cheeks apart, shoving his man meat deep into the Persian's anus. Being in a better position to dictate the pace, Faruk immediately started fucking the boy at a frantic pace, the burning spunk in his balls screaming for release. He had forgotten Ivan completely, though the Russian did not remain idle. Creeping round behind the man, he got into position with his erect penis inches from the fleshy globes of the man's large backside. The boy paused a while in this position, and it dawned on Jamie what the devious boy was doing. He was actually posing for the photographer. Clearly the boy knew only too well about what was happening in the next room, and was maintaining this obscene stance, so that to any viewer of the resulting photograph, it would appear like he was about to start fucking the cleric. Oh what shame, being photographed fucking a boy, or being sucked by one, was enough to wreck one's moral reputation, but to allow a mere child, a slave at that, to enter your most intimate part, would ruin anyone's standing as a man. After this, maybe it will be the cleric paying Abdul, rather than the other way round. After he was sure the photographer had done his job, Ivan lay down on top of the Turk's back, his little prick no doubt buried in the large folds of the man's ass crack. Jamie guessed that Ivan was not actually penetrating the man, Faruk would notice that, but an observer of the photography no doubt being taken at that moment, may reach a different conclusion.

Faruk was blissfully ignorant of the ignominies that were occurring behind his back, his mind was fully occupied with the pleasure he felt in his cock, as he ploughed the Persian boy's ass. He could not last much longer, and when his orgasm hit, nothing stopped it this time, so his seed injected itself into the kid's bowels. Faruk let out an almighty scream as he came, undoubtedly one that would match the scream he would issue when he gets to see the photographs.

To Jamie the whole thing had been an unbelievable spectacle, his little prick was almost hurting, it had been hard for so long. He reached over and discovered Simon's cock was in a similar state, and whispered into his friend's ear. "Fuck me Simon, I need some relief." The teenager was in urgent need of the same, but concerned they would be heard, he pulled the young boy to a safe distance from the three lovers below. The boys' fuck was an animal, frantic affair, as they copulated in the dirt and grim of that confined space. It took just a few minutes before Jamie was shuddering to his dry orgasm, whilst Simon was shooting his seed up the 10-year-old's ass.

It was not until the two boys were relaxing in the bath some thirty minutes later, washing off their blackened bodies, that a question arouse in Jamie's mind that he felt he should of asked the moment Simon showed him the secret trapdoor.

"Simon, can we use that way you showed us to get out of here, you know, escape?"

The older boy started at the plucky little kid for a while, then shook his head.

"Forget it, I can get to most places inside the palace, or just outside of it, but you still have to scale the wall."

"Maybe there is some place this can be done, or at least where there is a staircase leading to the top."

"It doesn't matter, even if you get over the wall, the only place for many miles round here is the small village close to the castle, and all the inhabitants there are loyal to master. I escaped once, after I had been here for a while, but I was caught and handed back. I don't like to remember the whipping I got for that." The teenager's voice had saddened as he spoke, but he shuffled closer to Jamie inside the bath, and put his arm round the young boy.

"Sorry to say it Jamie, but you are here for as long as our master wishes it."

"Maybe we will be rescued."

"Don't get very hopefully, I thought that once, but I doubt my parents even know where I am."

Jamie was sure his parents did not know either, but he had an extra reason for optimism. "Billy is sure that John, that is his older brother, will come and get us. He was kidnapped with us, so he should not be too far away."

"I imagine he will be well occupied simply looking after himself, he is just a boy like us, there is little he can do."

"John's big and strong," Jamie insisted, "When we were taken, he said he would look after us, I know he will come."

Simon just shook his head, and hugged the boy closer.

Chapter 18
Unexpected Information

"Shall we increase the maximum raise to 30?" the guest asked as he dealt the cards.

"Good idea Ellmir," Madir commented, then noticing his guest's glass was almost empty, he waved a command to a boy servant that stood near by. John stepped up, and poured some more wine into the Egyptian's glass. In stark contrast to the fully clothed men and boy sat at the table, both John and Pascal, who was serving Madir, were not wearing a jot. Holding a jug of wine each the two boys were as naked as the day they were born, and as John was pouring the wine, Ellmir, the guest, took the opportunity to run his hands over the boy's firm ass. John was not in the slightest bit concerned at his nudity, never one to be ashamed of his body, he had in addition become accustomed to serving either scantily clad or nude.

In the three weeks he had been at Madir's house, serving the man food and drink had been his duty thrice daily, and whilst during the day it was normally Madir alone, the man frequently had visitors in the evenings. John had discovered that his master did not work for a living, he guessed he was so wealthy he did not need to, so the guests were not there for business reasons. Instead the visitors were present to help Madir indulge in a past time that he was as passionate about as he was with teenage boys, namely gambling. Win or lose, he never seemed to tire of cards, or any other form of chance game, so long as there was some money involved. All the same, when the gambling was over, the alternative entertainment started, and as well as being groped continuously by Madir and his guests during the games themselves, far greater liberties were taken later on. Madir was the perfect host, and had no objection to his visitors requesting a blowjob from one of his boys, or requiring them to bend over for a good fuck. Occasionally the guests brought boys of their own, and the entire house degenerated into a mass orgy. Fortunately both John and Pascal had both the temperament, and the stamina to carry out their extra duties with distinction. However on one occasion Madir had had ten rather rowdy young men as guests, and all wanting to get their cocks into the pretty blond boy, John was being buggered most of the night. It had been two days before his anus had recovered from its soreness.

"My nephew's glass is also empty, give him some water," Ellmir said to John and lightly patted the boy on the bum. John had no problem understanding the order, indeed he had understood every word of the whole conversation between the two men, as they spoke in English. Ellmir had many dealings with the British in his home country, where they were now effectively the de-facto leaders, so he was fluent in their tongue. Madir's Arabic, the only other language the men had in common, was very weak, even worse than his broken English.

John put down the jug of wine he was holding, and went to retrieve one of water, after which he poured some into the boy's glass. The child seemed much more interested in looking at John's naked body than getting some water. Taking the lead of his uncle, he also had a stroke of the older boy's backside, and also took hold of the teenager's cock, which the cheeky scamp gave a few pulls. While John enjoyed the feel of the little kid's soft hand on his prick, he did find it very humiliating to be taken advantage of by some one who looked no more than 10 or 11 years of age.

The two men played a few more hands, with the money going one way then the other, and John was taking little interest in the conversation, until Madir asked.

"So friend, you still in slave trade? How goes it?"

"Ahh not too well, the damn British will be the death of me. As you know I mostly deal in African slaves, and the English seem determined to block all the routes we use. Profit is not what it used to be, moving the slaves to the main markets in Turkey or Arabia is much more expensive than it used to be. The stupid English, they set themselves up as a great merchant power, and then abolish the oldest trade in the world. Not contend to ban it in their own country, and their huge empire, from the middle of this century they have undertaken virtually a one country crusade to stamp out slavery all over Europe and Africa. Why they can not stay out of other peoples affairs I do not know."

"They interfere in things they should not," Madir added.

"Indeed. All the same I still smuggle many slaves through, women to stock the harems, men to work the mines."

"Boys also?"

"Of course, they are undoubtedly the most profitable part of the trade. Black boys from middle Africa are always keenly sort after, they have round firm bottoms, and have the stamina to take a vigorous fuck, even at a tender age."

"You are correct, I had black slave boy once, he very nice. Did you bring more here?"

"Naturally, but I was disappointed to find that the prices of boy slaves had been severely depressed on account of a Mr Abdullah el Maskret having just arrived with a large batch of boys from Europe."

"I know, my two are from that group."

Ellmir scowled slightly at the two serving boys, as if it was their fault that his profits had been affected by their arrival. John was suddenly pricking up his ears a lot more, it was the first time he had heard their kidnapper's surname, and he kept repeating el Maskret, el Maskret in his brain to make sure he did not forget it. John knew only too well that he might have to find Abdul to discover where his brother and friend were now.

"Anyway, I paid the man a visit, I normally do when I am in the area, though he purchased just a single boy this time."

"I hear he has a big boy harem," Madir said.

"Correct, he must have well over sixty boys, and he is very hospitable in sharing them with his guests, you should visit him some day."

"That good idea, I hope man gambles."

Ellmir laughed at the comment, then his host asked.

"Where does he live? I hear it is far from the town," Madir asked.

"Oh it is some sixty miles east of here, he has a residence near the village of Ashia. John's heart jumped when he heard this, and again started committing what he heard to memory. Ellmir continued.

"I may not have sold many slaves, but we had a great time there, playing with a number of his pretty boys." Ellmir said something in Arabic to his young nephew, telling the boy they were talking about the trip the pair had made to the Abdul's place. The child said something in return, and pointed at John. Madir found Arabic difficult enough to understand, but the high pitch voice of the little boy made the whole thing he had said unintelligible. He thus asked Ellmir to translate.

"Oh nothing much, he simply said that your boy looks very much like one we played with when I was there, only a few years younger. My nephew has a much better memory for faces than I."

For a moment John was stunned, as it sunk in what the boy had said.

"What! You saw Billy my little brother," he suddenly shouted out, though from the shocked look he got in return, he knew immediately he had made a mistake.

"You must never speak without me allowing. Your serve, not talk," Madir spurted out angrily at John. Turning back to his guest the man continued. "I so sorry, he is new and needs training, I have him whipped now."

"As you please. Indeed I do not know the answer to the insolent boy's question in any case. I remember the boy my nephew was referring to was a good cock sucker, but I never bothered to learn his name."

Despite this, John was certain they had seen Billy. The kid did look a lot like a younger version of himself, and it would have been too great a coincidence if the Egyptian boy had seen anyone else that looked liked him. Madir shouted out an order to one of his guards whom was lurking in the background, and the man departed, only to return with a nasty looking bamboo cane in one hand.

"Bend over couch, bottom in air," Madir ordered. Still happy about discovering the whereabouts of his brother, John was suddenly shocked into reality that Madir intended to carry out his threat. The boy certainly did not fancy the idea of being caned, but the humiliation of the sentence being carried out immediately, and in front of everyone, made it a lot worse. Slowly he lowered himself down, as the guard stood behind him, and raised his arm for the first blow. John could see that the Egyptian boy was chatting excitedly to his Uncle, and just as he was bracing himself for the pain of the initial strike, Ellmir suddenly spoke.

"Oh, Madir my friend, could you perhaps delay his thrashing till tomorrow. Only my nephew has requested the boy for a special task, and I would prefer it if he was unmarked tonight."

Madir looked thoroughly confused at this, but gave the order for his man to hold off, whilst he asked his guest for a fully explanation.

"I have been training my nephew for a while in the arts of sex, and he has been a most willing and pleasurable partner. The boy is a quick learner, he sucks cock so well for his age, he really does know how to please a man, and seems to love doing it as well. Anyway I think he has come of an age to receive his first fuck, but although I would love to be the one that carries out this duty, I am cursed, or some would say blessed, with a very large prick, and I am concerned I would hurt him too much. If he was just one of my slaves, then naturally his pain would be irrelevant, and I would take the pleasure of being the first in his ass, but he is my own flesh and blood, and I love and cherish him.

I have told the child that he must have a more suitable partner for his first anal experience, and I said he could be the one to choose who that was, and for some reason he wants it to be your slave. You have a fine well made boy, and I see that his prick is not very big, so he would be suitable for the purpose in mind."

John felt like blurting out that his penis was not that small, and it hurt his pride to have it thought otherwise. Still his mouth had already earned him enough trouble, so he kept quiet.

"I allow, but he good fuck also with stripes on bottom," Madir commented.

"True, but I will play with him myself, and I think a boy's bottom is more pleasing to touch when it is not marked. If you would be so kind as to lend him to us for our bed tonight, I would be most grateful."

Madir agreed, and the two men returned to their game. John was permitted to get back up, and return to serving the guests. As he looked into the eyes of the young Egyptian boy, the child gave him the most beautiful smile. This kid had saved his ass, or at least for tonight, and the knowledge that he was going to get to fuck the ravishing boy made John even more grateful to him. As the night wore on, the little lad got increasingly bored with watching the card game, and instead played with John's genitals, which this time did not bother the teenager at all.

Madir showed Ellmir to the guest bedroom, then disappeared with Pascal, whom would entertain his master alone that night. The room John was to share with the Egyptian and his nephew was sparsely furnished, just a few cupboards and a large bed, but for the purpose it was normally used for, only the later was required.

"Let's get undressed," Ellmir said, and started undoing the buttons of his jacket. Clearly this was a superfluous command as far as the completely naked John was concerned, but the younger boy just stood there, having not understood the English the man had said.

"Take his clothes off," Ellmir ordered, pointing at his nephew.

John wandered over to the boy, removed his jacket, and started unbuttoning the shirt. It seemed incredible that he was going to strip and then later fuck this young boy, when he didn't even know his name. Ellmir had not even bothered to ensure the kids were properly introduced. The young lad had not had the luxury of having some one to take his clothes off since his mother had done it when he was a little. Now he seemed to relish it, particularly as the undresser was a boy like himself, and the fact that he was already nude was an extra thrill. John looked into the eyes of the smiling youngster as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his bare chest and stomach. The boy had lovely skin. It was soft and unmarked. A pale brown in colour, it was far from the black as night skin of many African boys. His small nipples became erect as John lightly brushed them with his hands, the elder boy taking plenty of opportunities to stroke the youngster's upper body.

Ellmir had finished stripping, and sitting down on the bed watched the boy slave work on his young nephew. Eventually he became impatient.

"Take his trousers down," he ordered.

John was happy to oblige, but did it slowly and sensually, stroking the boy's flanks and legs as he worked. The youngster had no undergarment, and his small prick leapt out at full stand, which was not surprising as the older boy's touches had so aroused him. The erection was barely two inches in length, the little head poking well out showing the boy had been circumcised. His scrotum was barely visible, just a thin layer of dark skin pulled up tight to his body, with no sign of the balls that would develop there when he got older. John took hold of the small member and started to slide the skin back and forth, making the youngster shiver with pleasure. It might have been tiny, but the teenager thought it was good enough to eat, so opening his mouth he took the whole thing inside, and began lapping away at the little stick with his tongue. He had only been doing this for a few seconds when he heard a command from behind him.

"Enough of that boy, you will be fucking him, not the other way round. Come lay on the bed, and the child will prepare your penis for its entry into his anus."

John reluctantly stopped his sucking, got up and went to lie on the bed as he had been told. The young Egyptian boy looked a bit disappointed at first, but when his Uncle pointed at the teenager's prick he skipped over like a happy puppy. Jumping onto the bed, he got onto all fours and moved his head down to John's crotch. The older boy's prick had already grown to its full 5 inches just from the thought of what it was going to be getting, and the plucky youngster quickly popped it into his mouth, starting the blowjob. John soon realised the young boy was no novice to this art, and was soon writhing on the bed as the child's sucking sent waves of pleasure through his body. No part of his genitals missed out, as the kid took the entire length of his tool into his mouth, then pulled out to suck on one ball at a time.

"He is good isn't he, I taught him myself," Ellmir said, and John nodded in agreement. The Egyptian had stretched himself out on the bed, and was in a position were he could stroke both the naked rump of his nephew, and John's chest. He then bent over to kiss the older boy on the lips, before moving one of his hands to jack his own hard prick. John caught a glimpse of the man's organ, and had to admit that the man was not boasting when he had said it was big, as it was a fearsome size. Dark like the rest of the man, it stuck out from a considerable bush of hair a good ten inches, possibly longer. It had a thick shaft, and was capped with a giant head, looking all the more frightened due to it being circumcised. John could see now why the man had wished to spare his little nephew from being deflowered by that huge prick, but the teenager realised only too well that his own poor ass was unlikely to avoid it.

"That is enough, it is time for the fucking," Ellmir announced and pulled the younger boy off of John's prick. He spoke for a short while in Arabic to his nephew, no doubt explaining to the boy that this first time would be quite painful. The brave boy nodded his head when asked if he wished to go through with it, he was determined, and there is no way he wanted to look a coward in front of his Uncle. Ellmir kissed the boy tenderly, then guided him on to his stomach face down. He placed a pillow underneath the kid's loins to lift his ass into the air, and gently pulled apart his thin smooth legs exposing the child's tender parts to their fate.

Kneeling between the boy's outstretched legs, John bent down to kiss the two dark globes of his backside, looking both innocent and irresistible at the same time. Prising the cheeks apart he paused to admire the small pink hole, and the thin line that ran from it down to the base of the kid's cock. John always found the strip of skin between a boy's cock and anus incredibly sexy, so much lovelier than a man's, where it was covered in hair. He loved licking it slowly over the whole length, and from the cooing of the boy owning that adorable stretch of skin, it was clear that he was loving it as well. After this John moved onto the target itself, and began to lap at the small anus, before shoving part of his tongue inside, causing more gasps of joy from the happy owner.

"What are you doing? I want you to fuck him with your cock, not your tongue," The Egyptian commented.

"Of course sir, I just want to get him good and wet first, it will make it easier for him when I first push in."

"I have always found that a good sucking from the boy to be fucked as good enough lubrication, but very well, you may continue, my nephew certainly seems to enjoy it, no one has done that to him before," the man commented.

In others words, John thought to himself, the man himself had never done it, since it was likely he was the one that the kid had mostly had sex with. As John continued to lick the boy's ass, he thought to himself how little he understood the people where he now was. He considered that rimming a pretty boy's behind was a great pleasure to both parties, yet it was clear in these areas it would be a lucky boy that got this treat from an older partner. From what he had experienced of the local customs so far, the rule appeared to be that a man would never suck a boy's cock, no matter how tasty it might be, nor would he allow himself to be fucked. Most men would not even touch another male's penis, as if their hands would drop off if they tried. There were exceptions to this, one being John's own master whom enjoyed jacking off his slaves, particularly whilst fucking them, though he only did this when he was alone with them.

It seemed here, a boy was regarded as having a completely passive role, being largely incapable of gaining pleasure himself. His role was solely to serve the active partner, namely the man, by sucking his cock, then rolling over to be soundly buggered. Basically you were either a penetrator or were penetrated, never both. What baffled John about this, was that many of the boys that had been brought along for the private orgies at Madir's house, were the sons, nephews or younger brothers of the adult guests. This obviously led to the conclusion that many of the guests had played the junior role in sexual relationships when there were mere boys themselves. Thus, although well accustomed to sucking cock, drinking cum, and getting fucked, it seemed that at some point in their lives they abandoned these old pleasures to play the active role. John was sure it was mostly an honour thing, as men thought that their masculinity would be damaged if they reverted to their former roles, but it all seemed rather silly, as both sides were missing out on a lot of fun.

As he finished these musings, John noticed that the boy's asshole was now very wet and slippery. The chicken was ready for stuffing. Raising himself to his knees, he shuffled up so that his cock was next to the child's hole. John's teenage cock was like an iron rod just thinking about he was about to do now. Although part of him was screaming to jab right into the young boy, and fuck him hard straight away, he had no intention of giving in to this animal impulse. He wanted the boy to have as gentle an experience as possible for his first fuck, and although he knew it would be painful to start with, he intended to go as easy on him as he could. John had some experience with virgin boys, so he thought a slow entry would be best, even though this flew in the face of the advice one of his father's friends had once given him on this subject. He smiled as he recalled the eccentric old man saying it was better to get in as quick as possible, as he considered one long scream was preferable to a number of short yelps.

Not wanting the child to scream at all, John decided on the many yelps approach, and so he gently started prodding the boy's back hole, trying to get a small part of his cock head inside. After a few minutes he was having no success, the kid's anal muscles were automatically tensing up, repelling the invader. Ellmir started to lose patience.

"Get on with it boy, push harder or we will be here all night!"

"Sorry sir, but he keeps on tensing up, could you ask him to relax." Ellmir said something to the boy in a rather stern tone, so John was not sure if he was asking the kid to relax, or telling him to be. Either way, the nephew nodded and complied, and this, coupled with John shoving harder, caused the child's anus to open up enough for him to get the top of his head in. The boy immediately tensed up again, so John shoved hard to prevent being pushed out and suddenly had the whole head lodged into the boy. The youngster did yelp at this, and John stopped pushing any further, but paused to enjoy the feeling of the kid's very tight ass constricting his cock head.

"You're in now, shove it in all the way, it should go in easy now," Ellmir yelled, but John was reluctant to do this. He pushed in a bit further, and got more shouts from the boy he was penetrating. The young boy looked round towards him. There were tears rolling down the soft cheeks of his face, and John considered pulling out of him altogether. However it was soon clear that the boy would never allow himself to be shown a coward in front of his uncle, and John was amazed that despite the obvious discomfort, the plucky little lad was shoving his ass backwards to get more of John's cock inside him. Deciding to get it over with, John made a mighty plunge, and felt the last couple inches of his shaft slip inside. The boy let out a final loud shout, then felt silent. John started kissing the back of the youngster's neck and rotated his hips slightly to rub his loins against the smooth skin of the child's backside. He wanted to wait until the kid got used to having an invader up his backside, so John pushed his hand under the boy, and locating the small penis, he began to gently manipulate it. He was not surprised that the little piece of flesh was completely limp when he first touched it, no doubt the fiery pain in the boy's anus damping the erection he had had as John was rimming him. After a couple of minutes of playing with it, it slowly started to harden again, and taking this as a sign that the pain was subsiding, John slowly began to push in and out of the boy.

Meanwhile, Ellmir had moved to behind John and was lightly stoking the older boy's bum, watching it move back and forth as John began buggering his nephew. The Egyptian liked the teenager's bottom a lot, and was greatly looking forward to getting inside it. His nephew's bottom was undoubtedly cute, and soft to touch, but John's was more rounded, the cheeks fuller, firmer, and, in the Egyptian's opinion, it was more voluptuous, more fuckable. He wondered what it would have looked like if he had let John get whipped. He imagined the lines on that fleshy ass that the cane would have made. He momentarily considered fetching it himself, and whipping the older boy as he fucked the younger one. Yet he dismissed the idea, since despite him being a trafficker in humans, Ellmir was not an overly cruel man, who inflicted pain purely for his own pleasure.

All the same, he had a number of clients that did have a cruel vein. One he knew would always beat his slave boys with a heavy strap before fucking them, regardless of whether they had misbehaved or not. His argument was that as he slammed into their sore behinds, the pain they felt would cause them to constrict their anus slightly. The man had admitted the increase in pleasure for him was only slight, but thought it enough to justify beating the boys. Clearly the fact that this greatly decreased any enjoyment for those he fucked did not concern him in the slightest.

Yet this was not the only mean man Ellmir was acquointed with, another one, whom only purchased teenage boy's with round firm asses, would use the slaves' anuses as candle holders to light the room whilst he ate. The demon would even eat his dinner directly off the bottom of one of his boys, oblivious to the lad's yelps as his knife or fork pricked the tender rear. The man's cruelty was not restricted to just the dinner table, he loved banging his prick into one of his boy's mouths until the kid's jaw ached, and then would flip him over, use a towel to thoroughly wipe all the lubrication off his cock, then subject his victim to an agonising dry fuck.

Another of Ellmir's associates used his slaves like a portable toilet. Being too lazy to go to the latrine himself, he would pee directly into a boy's mouth, threatening to whip him should he fail to swallow one single drop. Fortunately Ellmir, like most of his clients, were not so evilly inclined, and did not subject their boys to unnecessary suffering. Yet what did make the man cruel, was that when he sold a boy, his sole consideration was his profit, not whether or not the new master was mean or kind.

Whipping John was thus not something Ellmir was inclined to do, but sodomising him was definitely on the agenda. Thus he moved round to John's head, to present the boy his prick for a pre-fucking suck. Once again John was amazed at the sight of the man's formidable cock, but he was enjoying fucking the adult's nephew too much too worry about it. All the same, he wanted to make sure he got it as wet as possible, as he remembered the man's words, and knew that his own spit was likely to be the only lubrication this rod was going to get to help it ease up his back passage. John opened his mouth as wide as possible, intending to suck the head a bit first, only for his action to be pre-empted by the Egyptian, who instantly shoved his prick right inside the waiting hole, the big head hitting the back of John's throat. Unable to breathe through his mouth, the teenager snorted through his nose, and tried to start blowing the man, though it was not easy as his oral cavity was so full he could not even move his tongue.

Ellmir did the work for him, pistoning his prick in and out of the kid's hot mouth, enjoying the feel of the soft lips as they ran up and down the length of his cock. A couple of minutes later the man was sure he was ready, so pulled out of John's mouth, and moved round back for the main course. Ellmir did not intend to take the time to get into John that the teen had used to penetrate the younger boy. Locating the hole, he noticed that it was already fully open, no doubt due to the rather large number of pricks that had travelled that way during the last few weeks. With a strong shove the huge cock head widen the hole even further, then with a second thrust, he had it inside. John certainly felt the initial penetration, but it was not as bad as he had expected. However, as the battering ram continued to move forward in one continuous motion, the teenager could feel his ass catching fire. It was his turn to let out a yelp, as more and more of the large pole was pushed into his tender parts. Just when the teenager thought it would never end, he felt the man's pubic hair brushing against his ass cheeks, and with a final thrust to get the last bit inside, Ellmir grunted in satisfaction in achieving complete penetration.

John had never felt so full, he could feel his anal walls stretched to the limit. The pain was enormous to start with, but then came the pleasure of relief, as his ass slowly became more comfortable with its occupier. The only comparison being the pleasure felt as an initially incredibly painful muscle pull, turns into ecstasy as the agony eases away. Contrary to the reaction of the younger boy on initial penetration, John could feel that his prick had actually got even harder. However he was unable to fuck the boy he was embedded in anymore, being incapable of movement, due to the weight of the man sandwiching John between his loin's and the little kid's rump.

"You have a hot tight ass," Ellmir whispered into John's ear, as he paused to enjoy the feel of the whole length of his cock encased in the boy. John did not answer, if he had the words would have come out as a high pitched shriek. All the same he thought the man's comment was rather stupid, after all with a cock of his dimensions, it was hard to believe that anybody's ass would not feel tight.

When the man started to fuck, it was immediate and sudden, pulling right out then rapidly shoving the whole length back inside. John felt the air pushed out of him with the first thrust, and his ass once more set alight, but there was no rest period as Ellmir started banging in and out of the teenager's ass at some speed. The man was soon at full lust and buggered the English boy for several minutes, until feeling the cum started to raise in his balls, he stopped to allow his passions to cool, leaving himself completely embedded in the boy. When he started again, he held firmly onto John's hips, so that the boy moved with him, the man's cock remaining deeply rooted within him. This had the effect of pulling part way out of the younger boy before Ellmir thrust back again, crushing John's loins against the soft rear of his nephew. As he repeated the action, it was as if the man was fucking the younger boy rather than John, though obviously using the teen's hard prick to do the job. For John, the feeling was incredible, as his prick ran in and out of the boy, whilst his rear passage remained filled to the brim. The combination of the two drove the horny teen wild, and after a few minutes of this, he could hold back no longer, and blasted his load into the younger boy's ass.

Ellmir detected the boy's orgasm from the contractions of his anal passage, and showered the teen's neck and shoulder's with kisses. As John slowly recovered, he knew the man had still not cum, so braced himself for what was likely to be a long vigorous battering of his insides. Yet this did not happen, as the man pulled out of the boy, then pushed him to one side so he could see his nephew. Lying next to the younger boy, he spoke softly to him, licking away the tears on his soft face, whilst saying how proud he was of his favourite nephew. To the child, such a compliment, from a man that was the head of his large extended family, filled his heart with joy, and he wept again.

John was being ignored at this stage, but he just laid back and relaxed, his anus feeling very empty now the man's prick had deserted it. John was surprised that the pain had largely vanished, but he knew that he would certainly be very sore the following morning. John watched the two lovers for a while, before he noticed the man asking the boy something, at which the youngster nodded and smiled. Slipping his young body down, the boy started to suck on the large swollen head of the man's still fully erect cock. John was amazed at how much of that demon cock the young boy managed to stuff in his mouth, his pretty thin neck bulging as he crammed it down his throat. The Egyptian was soon quivering in delight as his nephew's expert mouth worked its magic, whilst the child's small hand's wrapped round the part of the shaft that still protruded from his mouth. Still excited from fucking John, Ellmir did not last long before he was shooting his sperm down the youngster's throat. With a pair of balls that matched the size of his cock, the quantity of cum was more than the boy could handle, and large quantities of white cream could be seen leaking passed the child's cute lips and running down the shaft of the ejaculating rod. When the fountain had finally ceased, the boy did what any dutiful nephew would, and licked up all the precious cream he had missed, cleaning up his Uncle's prick till it was shinning clean.

Pulling the boy up to him again, Ellmir showered his face with loving kisses, then laid him down to sleep. As the child slowly drifted off, the Egyptian gently rubbed his back, before his hand wandered down to caress the boy's small soft bottom. How much he was looking forward to the day when would be able to enjoy the youngster's ass himself. He knew he should wait till the boy was older, and more experienced at being fucked, but the man was impatient, he was not sure he could resist for long.

Ellmir and his nephew departed early the next morning, so the man had no time to give John another hard fuck. The boy was rather relieved about this, as his asshole ached so much he could barely walk. His bottom received a further let off when Madir failed to carry out the whipping that John was still due because of his out burst the night before. John guessed the man had either forgotten, or from the strange way the teenager was walking, it made him decide that the boy's poor ass had suffered enough. Yet it was neither of these lets off that occupied John's mind, his thoughts were on the news he had heard from Ellmir. He was elated to know that his little brother was still alive, and what's more, exactly where he was. He could not be sure, but he felt certain that Abdul would have kept Jamie as well. If the man was into 10-year-old blonds like his brother, then clearly Jamie, whom was even more beautiful than Billy, would fit his bill. Still, as comforting as this information was, he still had to get his own freedom before he could launch a rescue attempt of his own. In some ways, the soreness of his anus was a blessing in disguise, as John realised that he would need a couple of days to recover before he could make an escape attempt. Thus he had time to make a plan, rather than rushing into anything rash.

"I've decided, I'm getting out tonight," John announced to Pascal as the boys were cleaning their master's room. The French boy looked shocked and glanced around the chamber to ensure they were really alone.

"Are you mad, he will kill you if you fail."

"Well I will have to ensure I will not fail. Pascal, I have a fool proof plan, will you come with me?"

The boy gave his friend a sullen look. Somehow he had feared the English boy would do this ever since he had found out about the whereabouts of his brother some two days earlier. His face remained passive for a while, as he agonised over his reply, but then his head dropped down in shame.

"I can not, I am afraid, please do not make me."

John had half expected the answer, but he was disappointed. The idea of running away together was more appealing, but he would go alone if he had to.

"Do you really wish to remain Madir's slave for the rest of your life?"

"No, of course not. But John, remember our master's old slaves, those two that left a few days after we arrived. He told us that he let them free, and if we served him loyally, he would free us to. We are both fourteen now, probably when we are sixteen or seventeen he will not fancy us anymore, and will lets us free. Two or three years here is not too bad, it has certain attractions," the boy added the final part with a sly smile.

"Perhaps, but I can get just as much sex when I am free. Besides, we do not know if master was lying that he freed those last two, he may have sold them to someone else."

The two argued for some time longer, but it became evident that neither would budge from their position. Eventually, Pascal, seeing John was determined tried a last plea.

"Please do not leave me here alone, I could not stand it here without you."

It was the one argument John found hardest to counter, and walking round to where his friend sat, he put an arm around him, and kissed him tenderly on his forehead.

"Don't worry, I won't forget you. Look, it now seems certain to me that slavery in this place is illegal. If not, why have we never been taken anywhere? Why do we not follow our master in chains as he walks the streets? Why is he so carefully that no one but his servants and his friends see us? When I have escaped, I intend to alert the authorities of what is going on, and when I have, I shall return here with the police and free you too. Then we can go get my brother and friend from Abdul, and ensure that devil gets stuck behind bars."

It seemed a simply plan to the French boy, but he was still afraid. There were too many uncertainties about life here, everything was still alien to them both. With the discussion seemingly at an end, the two made love on the floor of their master's room, not knowing if it would be their last time. Madir was out, so they were able to take their time, and say goodbye properly.

Even though the two boys inherited the room of Madir's ex-boy slaves, they very rarely slept in it, as they mostly spent the night in their master's bed, or in a guestroom with one of his friends. Occasionally however, their master was away himself, no doubt gambling as a guest of some friend, and if they were as good hosts as Madir, getting to lay with some other pretty boy. Tonight was indeed to be one such occasion, and John realised he might have to wait a while for another such golden opportunity. Apart from Pascal and himself, Madir had two adult servants, plus three guards. One of the latter always accompanied his employer, as a kind of bodyguard, and one of the servants did not sleep in Madir's home. This left one servant, an elderly harmless man who did the cooking, plus two of the guards. The former always went to bed early and would cause no problems, but one of the guards was supposed to remain awake during the night, to ensure nobody broke in, or out. However John had once seen the man whom carried out this night shift snoring happily on a chair by the door. This had happened when one of the guests had taken the boy outdoors as he wished to make love under the stars. John was countering on the man falling asleep on this night as well, and thus would not interfere with his escape plans.

This still left the tricky problem of getting through the locked gate, or over a tall wall, topped with some rather nasty looking metal spikes. Since John had no way of getting the key to the gate, he had little alternative but to go over the wall. Since Madir allowed the boys to wander the grounds when not needed, John had had plenty of opportunity to check out the whole of the wall. He had discovered that at one point a few spikes were missing, and it was at the rear of the property where there was the lowest chance of being spotted. John's plan was simply and effective. Wait until the guard is either sleeping or dozing, then carry a table to the wall where the spikes were missing, and scramble over.

As easy as such an escape seemed, John was still very nervous as night fell, and the moment of its execution drew close. He sat nervously in the boys' bedroom, waiting till everyone was asleep. Pascal was already undressed, and lying in the only bed within the room, though he could not sleep. The boys had barely spoken in the last couple of hours, as both were caught up in their own thoughts and anxieties of what lay ahead. Eventually the whole house was deathly silent, and John mustered up his courage, and decided it was now the time to make a move. Pacing quietly over to where Pascal lay, John gently kissed the boy goodbye, though the French boy was too upset and ashamed to return his embrace. As he tiptoed out of the room, John heard the words "Good Luck", softly spoken behind him.

Checking first on the rooms of the cook and the off duty guard, John was pleased to hear that both were quiet. Then he crept over to one of the windows at the front of the house, hoping that the night guard would also been in the land of nod. His heart jumped with joy when he saw the figure of the man outside, slumped down in a chair, his head on his chest. The chair had its back to the main gate, obviously the man felt that in this position he would awaken if for any reason Madir were to return. John stared at the peaceful figure for a while, until he was sure that he was definitely asleep, and not just resting, but he did not stir at all. Realising that he might not have long before the man did awake, John swung his plan into action. Retrieving a light table from the main lounge, the teenager carried it outside through one of the rear entrances. He located the part of the wall he had chosen to scale, and placed the table alongside. The wall was almost 10 feet in height, so with the table being 3 feet high and John being about 5 feet tall, he still had to stretch his arms to reach the top. He grabbed onto the top of the wall, carefully placing his hands where the metal spikes were absent, and started to haul himself up. John managed to get his chin up to the top of the wall, and using his feet he tried to scramble further up, but he lost his footing, and came crashing down again, none to gently, onto the table. Cursing like mad, John braced himself for the sight of the guard rushing round the corner to see what had made the noise. He waited paralysed, but no one came, it seemed the man was quite a heavy sleeper.

Seeing that he had to get up higher, John slipped off the table and returned to the house for a stool. With this on the table, he managed to get his head above the wall, although the whole thing was swaying a bit as he stood on the stool. Getting a good grip on the top of the wall, John heaved himself up using all his strength, then using the agility natural of a boy, he pulled up his leg so that his foot touched the top of the wall. Wasting no time, he effectively vaulted over the top, and started falling down the other side, having no idea what lay beyond it. Fortunately he landed on some sort of animal pen part way down, which helped to break his fall, as he rolled off this and ended on the floor. The chickens within the pen began to make quite a din, and John not wishing to hang around, looked round for his next move. It appeared he had made it into some other home's backyard, but fortunately this one had no high wall around it. John ran through the yard, and got to a dirt road at the front of the property, whereupon he turned quickly in a direction leading away from Madir's house, and ran as fast as his legs would carry him.

John had no idea how long he had been running when he finally slowed then sat down by the road, whizzing like mad, his chest hurting from the long run. As he slowly recovered, he had a look round. It was very dark all around him, with little more than the moon and starlight for illumination. He was still in the city, and it was obvious that he was in a residential area, being small buildings crowded together. He was not sure what time it was, he guessed it was the early hours of the morning. Not a single sound issued from anywhere to break the eerie silence. John decided there was little point continuing that night, he had to contact the authorities, but it was plain no one would be around at this time. The best course of action was to find somewhere he could rest for a while until morning. Scanning around he located a small clearing which contained some high grass and a few bushes. Lying down under a thick bush, he made himself comfortable, and for the first time in hours tried to relax. He was not planning on sleeping, he intended to simply rest until it started to get light. However the long night and the stress of the escape had taken its toll on the boy's young body, and soon after his eyes were closed, he drifted off to sleep.

When John awoke, he was seized with a moment of panic. He could tell that the sun had risen well into the sky, and it was obvious he had slept for quite a length of time. In contrast to the silence of the night, the neighbourhood he was in now was buzzing with the sound of activity. He could hear dogs barking, children yelling and crying, and a steady thud, thud, as something was worked on with a hammer. Standing up and stretching his aching limbs, John retraced his steps back to the road. Now it was light, he could see he had run to an outlying area of the town, and from what he could make out, it looked like a very poor neighbourhood. An old man was steadily driving a few unhealthy looking cattle up the road, a couple of women were washing clothes in bowls outside their houses, and children ran around playing. John headed off in a direction towards the main part of the town, and was soon conscious that he had no idea from which direction he had come last night, and was worried he may be retracing his steps.

He became more anxious when he realised that everybody was staring at him as he walked down the road. John became all too aware of how different he looked to the others, with his blond hair, paler skin, and blue eyes. Even his clothing made him stick out. John had on the only clothes he possessed, the garments given to him by Abdul on the ship. Madir had never bothered to get the boys any others, preferring them to roam the house nude. Whilst the clothes he wore were not made from a particular expensive fabric, their were brightly coloured, with his trousers in red and his tunic blue and yellow. This set up was very different to the drab colours of the simple clothing the inhabitants of this area wore, their dirty threadbare garments being mostly grey or brown.

Children ran around John as he walked, and he became very worried when a man working in a small shop started beckoning to him, shouting out "Boy come", John's knowledge of Turkish being good enough to recognise these words. Getting very nervous he increased his pace, and tried to avoid looking at anyone, in particular getting eye contact. On one occasion a young girl of 6 or 7 years of age, started following John saying something to him. She was dragging along with her hand an even smaller child, a small boy of 3 or 4, naked from the waist down. Both children were grubby, thin and obviously hungry, and John could see they were begging him for money, but he had none to give. Looking around the wretched inhabitants that lived here, it was obvious to John that his master lived in a different world. His was a life of good food, fine drink and endless pleasures. Even John and Pascal had been better off than these people in some ways, whom although free, had to worry about what they would feed themselves and their children each night.

Thinking about that, reminded John that he was still a runaway, and as he got further into town, the streets became busier, and the stares at him more frequent. He started getting paranoid that some of the men might recognise him, as maybe they had once been a guest of his master's. He was also aware that it was well into the morning now, and it was quite likely that Madir had discovered that he had gone, and already had his agents scouring the city to track him down. John knew only too well how easy he was to spot. He had to act fast, he needed to contact the authorities, the police, before he was found. Yet he had not the slightest idea what a policeman even looked like, or even if this place had a police force. Somehow it seemed unlikely he would spot the friendly sight of a British Bobby walking down the street, with his blue uniform and tall oval helmet, a wooden truncheon by his side. No, he guessed the police were probably more like a local militia, raised by the authorities to uphold the law, yet what these looked like he did not know.

In the part of town he was now walking through, the streets were thinner, tall buildings crowded together on either side of the road. John was looking at each building, to see if it might have an official role, be that a police station, or a local government office. Yet he saw nothing that suggested this, just lots of small open shops and private homes. Eventually he made his way into a square, and within this a busy market was progressing. By now John was starting to panic, the whole place was filled with people, and not one would pass by without looking at the attractive blond boy. Many stopped and tried to talk him, a few would even touch his arm, or run their hands through his golden hair. John ignored all this, striding quickly forward until his followers disappeared into the crowd. Finally he spotted something that looked interesting. At one of the market stalls two men were arguing, whilst a third stood nearby trying to sort it out. This third man had a rifle over one shoulder, and John was convinced he must be some sort of an official, as he had not seen anyone else carrying arms.

John made his way over to the group, and when he stopped amongst them, the men stopped talking and stared at the unusual looking newcomer. Ignoring the two arguing men, who looked like street traders, John addressed the man with the gun, asking him in English if he was a policeman. The man looked at him in bewilderment, and after saying things slower and simpler, it became obvious the man knew not a word of the tongue of the British Empire. Realising this was so, John resorted to what little Turkish he knew. He knew the word for help, the word for boy, and the word for slave, and with these, a few others and some basic gestures, he tried to get the adult to understand his plight. The man was a grim faced sort, and listened patiently, but seemed annoyed at the boy's poor grasp of Turkish. The other two men, who were listening to it all, seemed a lot more amused, and had momentarily forgotten their own petty squabble. One of men started pawing John, but whether that was in sympathy with the boy's situation, or for his own pleasure was not obvious. The three men began an animated, high-speed conversation after John had finished, which John was completely unable to understand. It ended when the man with the rifle, nodding, and gestured for John to follow him.

His heart beating like mad, the young teenager did as he was bid, following the man closely to ensure his assistance should someone suddenly grab him from behind. The pair did not walk very far, just out of the square, part way down a street, and then through a small wooden door into a building. John had seen no real marking on the outside of the place to suggest what it was, he would have never been able to find it himself. Inside the pair walked down a short corridor and entered a large room, which held a number of men seated round a table chatting together, their rifles propped up against one wall. The conversation ceased when the pair entered. The man with John pointed to a chair against one of the walls, then went to talk with his colleagues. John went over to sit in the chair that he had been shown, and watched the talking men anxiously. A Turkish boy, whom looked about John's age, was slowly sweeping the floor, and when he looked at the new boy he smiled at him. John smiled back, but kept looking over at the table. He understood very little of what the men were saying, so he tried reading their thoughts using the expressions on their faces. The men stared at him often, some with looks of suspicion, others simply curious, others smiled at him. Yet they were not like the smiles from the sweeping boy, which was warm and genuine, these were more condescending, more smirk like, and in some cases were rather lecherous smiles.

Eventually the talk came to an end, and a large bearded man walked over to the boy and looked at him for a while. He babbled something, which John did not understand, then repeated it more slowly. John caught the word meaning chief, and then another word meaning out or away. Realising that he meant their leader was not present, John nodded, obviously the men were not going to act until he returned. The man took the boy's hand, and then led him off down the corridor to another room. This one was small, with just a table and a couple of chairs, a small high window providing the only light. John sat down in the chair, and the man said something he understood to mean wait, before he left and closed the door behind him.

Still nervous, not knowing how things would work out, he was pleased that at least so far the men had not been hostile, chaining him up and throwing him into jail. Yet as well as fear, John felt a kind of elation, the feel of someone whom has finally acted after a long wait. Ever since Jack had grabbed him and the others, several weeks before, John had done nothing but let events flow past him. Throughout all the cruelties and injustices he had seen, including the breaking up with his brother and friend, John had not acted. Now he was taking things into his own hands, he was showing that he still had the will to act for himself, to defy his orders. Who knows, if things moved as quick as he hoped, the police may even raid Madir tonight, and he would be reunited with Pascal after less than 24 hours.

John was waiting at least an hour before the door to his room opened again. The man that came in John recognised as being one of those he had seen in the large room, so he knew immediately that this was not the chief. It was one of the smaller men, cleanly shaven, with a wide smile on his face when he looked at the boy. He was carrying a cup of water, and a small plate with some bread on, both of which he set down on the table before John. John was thirsty, so he quickly downed the water, but his nervousness had taken away any appetite, so he did not really want the food. Still he did not want to appear rude, so he started nibbling at it.

The man remained in the room, pulling the other chair so it was right next to that of the boy, and sitting down upon it. John found it off putting as the man watched him eat, and this was made worse when he started stroking the boy's blond hair. I'm not a dog, was what John was thinking of saying, but he did not want to upset the man, so he smiled at him, and let him continue to paw him. Seeing the boy smile, the man took that as an invitation, and was soon feeling other areas of him, as he touched the boy's face, then started to rub the inside of his thighs. To John, this was all seemed innocent enough, though his eyes widened when he noticed that the man's trousers were well tented out. Seeing John spot his erection, the man smiled a lot more, then looking deep into the kid's eyes he nodded once, then not getting a reaction, he touched the boy's lips before transferring his same hand to the top of his cock. John knew immediately that the man was asking for a blowjob, and was surprised how quickly he got to the point, no pretence of a little foreplay before hand. With his initial thought being to tell the dirty little man to piss off, John stopped himself. He needed the police on his side, he wanted them to like him, and help him. Seeing that he had already told them he was a boy slave, it was hardly surprising they knew what slaves did for their master's, what they were good at. This man was simply an opportunist, seeing a pretty boy that needed help, he planned to take advantage of the situation.

John nodded to the man that he would do it, and a look of complete joy took the adult's face. In truth it was not a task John resented performing, he had lost count of the cocks he had sucked over the years, and actually quite enjoyed the job, though he preferred tasty boy cocks. However at this moment he was not in the mood, being more concerned with the situation at hand, and the prospect of helping his friends. The man had no such worries, and standing up, was soon pulling his trousers to his knees to present the boy with his adult cock at full stand. It was long and slender, circumcised like all others round here, and some pre-cum was already leaking out of the top, such was the man's excitement.

Presenting his cock to just in front of the young teenager's mouth, John opened up and let it slid inside. He had intended to give the man a long relaxing suck, to show him what an expert he was, but it was soon clear that the Turk was looking for an early release, as he started fucking the boy's face in increasing excitement. In no time at all he was shooting spunk into the boy's mouth, which John swallowed down to avoid the cum dribbling all over his clothing. No sooner had his balls been emptied, and John had cleaned up the softening cock, than the man pulled out of the boy's mouth, yanked up his trousers, then departed the room without so much as a thank you.

It took just ten minutes before another of the policemen came inside, also with a glass of water. This was a rough looking man, somewhat bigger than the last, with the kind of face you could never trust. He put the water down, stood in front of the boy, and pulled down his trousers to reveal a fair sized prick, even though it was still limp. John did not even have to ask what the man wanted, and he should have expected it. No doubt his last visitor had returned to his colleagues reporting that the attractive blond boy in the other room would give you a blowjob for a glass of water. John had pretty much walked into this, by giving in so easily to the first man, thus seeing he had little option without making the new comer wonder why his cock was not good enough. Thus he set about blowing the new man without delay.

It was a more difficult job, the cock ballooning into a fearsome size when it was fully hard. The man seemed keen to get all of his cock down the lad's throat, and liked to leave it there for a while, enjoying the feeling, forcing John to breathe through his nose, as it was tickled by the man's pubic hairs. John lost track of how long he sucked that large prick, but the man lasted much longer than the first, before his sperm also ended up in the boy's stomach.

John had barely rubbed some feeling back into his sore jaw before a third man arrived, dutifully carrying his glass of water. Over the next hour of so he worked his way through what must have been half a dozen men, and although his jaw ached at the end, at least John hoped the place was now filled with grateful policemen, willing to help him. It must have been two hours later that he finally got to meet the chief, before which the boy was getting very anxious about the long wait. The new man greeted the boy with just a nod, and after barking some orders left. A few minutes later John was escorted to the chief's room, and sat before the man's desk.

A dirty little office, that befitted the rather grubby looking chief, it had little more in it that a few chairs, a large desk and some cupboards. Despite his appearance, the man had obviously not shaved that morning, the chief did have an aura of authority around him, and his men looked dead scared of him. Unfortunately his education did not match his leadership prowess, and the man knew little more English than his men. John was frustrated, why could the bad guys like Abdul and Madir speak English so well, and yet the good guys, he hoped, were completely ignorant. If he considered for a moment that the former where well travelled rich aristocrats, whilst the latter were just local officials, he would have understood why this was so.

In any case it was left to John's poor grasp of Turkish, plus a combination of gestures and drawings for John to tell his whole unhappy tale. He told the man he was taken from England, brought to Turkey, sold to Madir, then escaped. The man appeared interested, and wrote down a lot of what he found out, though as John could not read the language, he could not check the validity of what was written. When John gave him Madir's full name, the chief wanted to know the address, which unfortunately John did not know, but he knew approximately which part of town he was in. With this information, the chief left John for a while, and the boy hoped he was giving orders for them to locate the place where he had been held as a slave.

On his return, the chief was in a jovial mood, and started chatting away to the boy, even though John understood only a fraction of what he said, but he kept nodding at what he thought was the right place. Despite his appearance, the man was growing on John. He looked like someone who knew his own mind, someone that could act, rather than just talk. From a large high window the man had in his office, John could see that the sun was getting low, it was obviously late afternoon, and he realised he had been in this building for hours. The chief shouted out, and one of his men came running and took an order.

Some thirty minutes later it was evident he had ordered for some food, as a man entered carrying a tray of various stuff, some of it steaming hot. The tray was sat before the chief, who then invited John to join him in the feast. Since his appetite had returned a little, John managed to eat some of the food, though not as much as the man, who wolfed it down hungrily. The man that had brought them the food stayed, and chatted with the chief. John understood enough to realise they were talking about him, and at one time the man said something, which caused the chief to stare at the boy, then burst out laughing. John was a bit embarrassed, and he wondered if the man had told his boss how he had sucked off all his men, dutifully swallowing their cum like a good little boy. Whatever had been said, the boss looked at the boy in a different way after that, and after the food was over, he ordered the other man to take it away and leave.

Nothing was said for a while, as the chief slunk back in his chair, and stared at the boy, as if deciding his next move. It was almost dark outside, and the man lit an oil lamp on his desk before looking once more at the boy. The youth appeared even more beautiful in the dim light of the lamp, the yellow light reflecting off the teenager's fair skin. John was getting a bit nervous, and this feeling got a lot worse when the police chief got up and walked over to lock the door. He then moved round to the window, pulling the shutters so they were nearly closed. Returning to his chair, the chief pushed it right back so that he was no longer sitting at his desk. Now his eyes eyed the ravishing youth before him with unconcealed lust, and raising his finger, he commanded the boy to approach him. Both nervous and excited, John knew he had to obey, not just because he needed this man's help, but he was pulled by a kind of magnetism of command the police chief possessed. Now John realised that he was wrong to give in to the desires of the common men, this was the only one he needed on his side, the others were just phelps that did their boss's wishes. John should have saved himself for this man alone, his earlier actions having just gone to make him appear like a little whore.

The chief pulled his trousers down to his ankles, but remained sat on his chair, his partial erect cock lying between his hairy thighs. John did not wait for the man's order to blow him, he sunk to his knee's and took the dirty smelly organ into his mouth, the feel of the boy's soft lips on it soon sending blood surging into the pole. The chief moaned in delight, running his hands through the boy's soft blond hair as the kid sucked, gently pushing down to get more of himself into that delicious mouth. John's expert tongue flicked around the head and shaft, heightening the pleasure of its owner even further. The more the man groaned, the more John intensified the sucking, until he could feel the man's balls tightening, so he prepared himself to drink another sticky load that day. Yet he did not receive it, as the chief chose this moment to pull the boy off his prick. Indicating for John to stand up, the man seized the top of John's trousers, yanking the garment down to his ankles. The man then pointed at the desk, and John knew what he had to do. He should have realised that if he sucked off his men, the boss was likely to want to go one better. John draped himself over the desk, then reached back with his hands to part the cheeks of his ass. Standing up behind him, the man did not even bother to spend some time stroking the boy's soft behind, but instead impatiently shoved his raging cock straight into the offered hole. Given the massive size of the last cock he had up his behind, the chief's more normal size quickly ran deep into the boy innards, whereupon he began a gentle fucking action.

As the cock pounded his ass, John too began to get more and more aroused. The anal invader kept brushing past the boy's prostrate, which soon had the teenager's cock rock hard. John gripped it with his hand, and yanked it in time with the thrusts up his ass. He knew he would not last long, and in no time he was shooting his teenage seed onto the floor under the desk, which was fortunately so grubby he was sure it would make no difference. The spasm's of the boy's anus as he came was enough to make the chief cum, as he fired his cream deep into John's anal passage, were it would make even less of a mess.

The chief remained in position for what seemed like a long time, his full weight crushing the boy onto the desk. He waited until his passion had completely cooled, then he slowly got up, pulling his limp prick from the buggered hole. John tried to get up as well, but he was pushed back down, and so he stayed where he was. The police chief sat down, and stared lovingly at the boy's beautiful naked rear, the anus still open. They remained like that while the time passed, no one speaking, and John wondered if the man might be waiting for his strength to return so he could enjoy a second ride. However, before that happened, there was a light knock on the door, and the chief pulled up his pants, indicating for John to do the same. John moved to sit back on his chair, and all was as it had been when the chief opened the door and had a quick conversation with the man that had knocked.

The other man came into the room, and the chief left, shutting the door behind him. John recognised the newcomer as the small man that he had sucked off first earlier that day. The man appeared rather wretched for some reason, staring down at his shoes, refusing to look at the boy. John was a bit surprised at this, as the man had earlier been all eyes for him, but now he looked shifty, withdrawn, as if he was ridden with guilt over something. John assumed it was what he had asked the boy to do earlier in the day.

The wait was long, and as the minutes slipped passed, John wondered if the chief had left, maybe to go and arrest Madir. That idea appealed to him, but he wished he had been told so first. Eventually he heard footsteps in the corridor, and the door swung open. The police chief entered first, but John nearly died when he saw the next man come in. It was Madir. He was not in chains, or surrounded by armed guards, but just by himself, an incompatible mixture of calm and extreme rage written on his face. He glanced once at John, then turned to the chief, and the two men exchanged a few words. Although John had started shaking like a leaf, he noticed Madir hand the police chief a leather pouch, no doubt laden with money. It was a payoff, he had been betrayed. John's heart sank to the depths of his soul, after all he had done, after the pleasure he had given them, the bastards were handing him back for money. Oh how nave he had been, to think that a lowly paid official would choose to help a poor foreign boy, rather than receive a handsome reward.

One of Madir's guards then entered the room, carrying some handcuffs, a gag, and a mask. John was still too stunned to resist as the gag was shoved into his mouth, and as his emotions overwhelmed him completely, he fainted before the mask was even pulled over his head.

John remembered little about the journey back to Madir's home, and once there, how he was physically dragged into the lounge, his clothes ripped from his body, then tore up before his eyes. Even when they tied him to one of the pillars he hardly seemed to react to what was happening. It was only when the pain of the first cut of the cane sliced into the flesh of his bottom that he was brought back to his senses, and he rejoined the land of the living.

Madir himself applied the cane, and once he saw that he had the boy's attention, he lectured him between each stroke. Madir went on how he had been kind to John, how he had fed him, and tolerated his errors without punishment. He reminded the boy how much freedom he permitted his slaves, not putting them in chains, allowing them to roam the house and its gardens at will. He ranted on about how disappointed and angered he was that John had abused the trust he had given to him, and committed that worse of all sins a slave can make, runaway. Of course John could have countered all these statements, pointing out to the man that he was not a slave by choice, how the man permitted them certain freedoms, but they were still imprisoned within his walls. John could have mentioned how the man took his pleasures with him, whenever he willed, without caring if his boy slaved wished it or not. Yet John said none of these things, as it would have done no good, and he was too busy yelling and screaming each time he was struck with the cane.

Both man and boy lost count of how often the cane had descended onto the teenager's bare buttocks, but when they had turned into a purple pulp, Madir transferred his blows to the victims back and thighs. John screamed at each stroke, but he was not crying, unlike Pascal who had been made to witness the punishment, whose tears rolled down his face as he watched his friend being whipped. John yelled how sorry he was, he begged for forgiveness, he insisted he would not try again. Yet deep down he was still determined, he had learnt from today, but he would survive it. He knew now that if he got out again, he would be on his own, never again would he trust his fate to a stranger.

Madir laid down the cane, and pulled the boy's face around to look at him. He could see the pain of the whipping written on the kid's face, but he looked harder, right into the boy's eyes, and he saw that deep determined side of the youth still there. He had failed to break the boy, he had not forced him to submit for always to his master's will. Madir knew only too well that a further application of the cane would not succeed in this either, the child was too strong, he needed another idea, and he knew only too well what that was.

Stepping back from the boy, he yelled at two of his guards, and when he gave them his orders, a wicked smile passed over one of their faces. This was the night guard, the one who should have been awake to stop John's escape, and who had suffered a beating from his employer himself, as well as a large loss of pay. Madir left the room whilst the two men untied the bound boy, and then pushed him to the ground, where they flipped him over onto his back, then held him in a sitting position. Holding an arm each with one hand they then pulled his legs far apart and into the air, leaving the child terribly exposed.

John did not know what to expect, but on Madir's return he started to panic when he saw a small knife in the man's hand. He did not understand, was the man going to kill him after all, did he wish to slit his throat and watch him die. Madir walked up to the little group, and stared fiercely into John's eyes.

"You think you can escape me, you think I am too weak to stop you. You are wrong boy."

Madir knelt between the boy's outstretched legs, and took hold of his balls, that small crinkled sack that hung below his cock

"When I take your manhood away, then you will understand the futility of escape, that you can never be a man, that you sole purpose will be to serve the pleasures of others."

He slowly started to lower the knife towards that precious sack, and utter panic seized poor John, when he realised that he was to be castrated, and he struggled fruitlessly to break away from the men that held him.

"Please master, please, I will not run away again, please don't do this, I promise I will not try again, Pleease…"

John looked down helplessly at his balls, stretched far away from his body by his master's hand. The horror struck him that he would never again have the pleasure of feeling his cum rush through his penis, never to see it gush in a stream as he came. He would become a eunuch, a plaything of others, incapable of siring his own children. John begged and begged Madir as the knife was placed into position for the cruel cut, and Madir looked up once more into his slave's eyes. This time he saw no determination, just utter despair, and noted with some satisfaction that tears were finally started to roll down that previously determined face. Almost any other master would have gelded John at this moment, but Madir hesitated. Seeing the genuine fear in the boy, he knew the threat of castration would be more effective than the shame once it was done. He could see that John was the type that valued that precious sack that hung between his legs as much as he did his life. Besides, Madir was a cum lover, not actually drinking it, though he had done so when he was a youngster, but he still loved the sight of it blasted over the face of an attractive youth, or being licked off his fingers. He had no wish to lose the pleasure of seeing his boy shoot, he would give him a final chance.

"So boy, you want to keep your balls. Well I will think about it, but firstly swear that you will not escape again."

"I swear I swear," John shrieked, "Please master, forgive me, I swear I will not escape again."

Madir could see that the boy's cries seemed genuine, he looked truly sorry for what he had done.

Moving his own face to within inches of the boy, he hissed "Okay, I give you another chance, but you escape again, I cut off your balls, your cock, and your feet, understand?"

"Yes master, thank you master, thank you, I will not, I will not."

Madir got to his feet, and ordered his men to release the boy. The night guard looked disappointed, he so much wanted to see the boy lose his balls. Given the slave's role was to suck and be fucked, he could see no reason why the child needed them. When they let go of him, John got on his knees before his master, and grovelled for his forgiveness. Madir smiled in triumph, he had succeeded in breaking the boy's spirit, he would become a true slave now. He did not think the kid would be foolish again.

As Madir's final act of the day, he ordered that chains be placed on to John's feet, to show him how he needed to earn his master's trust once more. Then, telling him he was unworthy to lie in his master's bed that night, John was thrown into a small storage cellar, the large iron door being bolted behind him, as he lay naked on the floor.

As his emotions overtook him, John started to weep, his tears flooded down his cheeks like they had not done since he had been a little boy. Ever since he had been seized by Jack and his gang, John had never cried once, he had bottled up his emotions to be strong, to think not of himself, but of Billy and Jamie. Yet now it all hit him at once, the whole nightmare seemed more real, he final understood that this was not a game, or a challenge, he had become a slave, and that is how he would stay. The tears that John shed now were not for anyone else, they were for himself alone, as he wallowed in his own self pity. Looking up through the one small barred window in the room, John could see the stars twinkling in the distance, but they were so far away, and cared nothing for the plight of one young boy. As his tears continued to flow, John's lips moved as he cried out loud.

"Daddy, daddy, where are you? Help me daddy, please."

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