Misha

Paradise

Chapter 1

"Hello?" shouted the little English boy as he sat up.

He felt groggy, like he'd been in a long deep sleep. Strange. He couldn't see a thing! Not one thing! Was he blind? He stretched his arms out in front of himself and waved them around. Nothing. He reached underneath his bottom – only the cool damp earthen floor. It made him shiver. This place – wherever it was – was cold and clammy.

Only then did he realize that he was completely naked. Where were his clothes? Where was he? What was he doing here?

"Hello," he called out again. "Anybody here?"

His voice echoed back at him. He was in some kind of a chamber. But where? Why?

He tried to stand up.

"Ouch!"

Joints were stiff and achy.

He tried to walk a few paces but bumped headlong into a wall. Instinctively, he clasped his hands tightly over his private parts.

"Ow!"

It was a rough, stone wall. It felt old and dank and mossy. Gingerly, he walked around the perimeter of the chamber, deathly afraid he might step on… or in… something in his bare feet. The place smelled of urine and feces. There was no telling what might be in here. Rats… snakes…

"Jeez! Better stop that overactive imagination of yours, Rupert, before you go crazy," he breathed to himself.

He used his hands to feel along the wall until he came to what he thought was a door. It was big and flat and made of metal. With nothing else to do, he perched himself on the ground next to it and waited.

For what, he was not sure….

***

He must have dozed off again, because a loud clanking noise roused him. He had no idea how long he had been sleeping, but he was hungry and thirsty.

Someone was opening the door. A beam of bright light cut through the darkness like a knife, as the big heavy door creaked and groaned open. He rubbed sleep from his eyes as he huddled in the corner, quietly awaiting his fate.

"Where is he?" a voice asked.

"How should I know?" questioned another. "Master said to go and fetch him and bring him to the baths. That is all he said."

The voices were speaking Arabic. Young voices. Boys, Rupert thought.

"I don't think he is here. Let us go," said the first voice. "I am scared."

"Don't be such a baby. He must be here," countered the second voice. "Master will be most displeased if we disobey his orders."

"Who are you?" Rupert demanded, in English. "Why am I here."

"Aha! He is hiding behind the door, Amir! Come and help me."

Just then, two small figures stepped into the bright beam of light and approached the captive. Each one grabbed an arm and helped the boy to his feet.

"Oh he is heavy!"

"Yes, and big. Bigger than me."

Rupert staggered out into the dim hallway under the assistance of the two young guards. He rubbed his eyes again. They stung from the light.

"He is very dirty, yes?"

"Yes… covered in shit… and smells bad."

"But look Amir, his hair is like gold and his face is… well… like an angel's."

"As is the rest of him, Salameh. Very fit!"

"Yes, very… Goodness! He penis is very large for a young boy… and his balls!"

"Mmmmmm… so nice. Look, the tip of his penis has no foreskin to cover it. It's not covered like ours."

"Yes. Curious. His penis is completely naked. I can see his pink knobby. And look, he even has a few golden hairs above his shaft"

"Mmmmm yummy, it's so beautiful!"

Rupert, realizing that he was the object of their conversation and their not so subtle ogling, quickly covered his privates.

"Um… guys. I speak Arabic," said Rupert. "I understand everything that you are saying."

"Oh my goodness!" giggled one of the little boys as he clapped his hand over his mouth. "He knows that we are talking about him!"

"Oh my!" giggled the other. "How silly of us!"

"Yes, very silly."

"May we ask your name?" said the taller one.

"Rupert… my name is Rupert."

"I am Salameh," the guard replied. "And this is my brother Amir."

Rupert's two captors were leading him down a long dark passageway. It was lit here and there by flaming torches. There were doors on either side, similar to the one where Rupert had been held captive. He could see inside some of them. What he saw sent a shiver of terror straight to his heart. There were racks and cages and ropes and all forms of unspeakable things inside. He turned away quickly; he did not want his vivid imagination to get the better of him.

Instead he focused on his two guards. They were young… younger than him… maybe ten or eleven years old. Like him, they were naked… almost. Each boy was wearing a tiny wispy white loincloth. At least, that's what it looked like to Rupert – a postage stamp-sized loincloth really and so sheer he could see right through it. Nothing more than a poor pretense of modesty front and back that barely… yes, that was the right word… barely covered the boys' naughty bits. Each wore a fine gold chain around his hips, very low, that kept the loincloth more or less in place.

They were handsome boys. Yes, Rupert could concede that: perfect flawless skin of olive complexion; dark brown, almost black hair that might be curly if it wasn't cut so short. They could be brothers, although one boy was taller and slimmer than the other.

Rupert turned to look at their faces, first one and then the other. Yes, these boys were definitely beautiful… that is, if boys could be beautiful. Rupert wasn't sure about that. It sounded like a sissy kind of thing to say. And Rupert was no sissy. Full pink lips, tiny noses, dark, almond-shaped eyes. Yes, this only proved what Rupert had felt for a long time… that Arabic boys were the most beautiful boys in the whole world. That is, if you liked that kind of thing… and Rupert didn't.

At last they reached the end of the long corridor. They started ascending a spiral staircase.

"Where are you taking me?" Rupert asked. Although he tried to disguise it, his voice was full of trepidation.

"Don't be frightened," said the taller one.

"No, don't be frightened," echoed the shorter one. "We are readying you to meet his Lordship, Fahim."

"Shhhh, Amir," said the taller one. "Not too much information!"

"Oops! Sorry, Salameh."

Each boy took one of Rupert's hands as they ascended the staircase. He felt more like he was being led, rather than being guarded now. Salameh went ahead with Amir following. Around and around they went, up the long spiral staircase. If Rupert wasn't mistaken, these stairs were made of pure marble. The air was warm and dry and sweet now. Such a change from where he had been.

Salameh's butt was right in Rupert's face. Although he tried not to stare at the pair of polished orbs, it was impossible to look anywhere else! The boy's perfectly shaped bubble butt would wiggle and jiggle with each footfall. The rear part of the loincloth really covered nothing at all! All of maybe eight centimeters [3 inch] wide, it started at the top of his butt cleft but ran out of material long before reaching the bottom of his crease. The bottom of his bottom was there for all to see and admire… but at the moment that was only Rupert. Anyway, the little wisp of gossamer was thrashing to and fro, just like the boy's buttocks, so it covered really nothing at all. Rupert changed his initial assessment. No, this was more of an apron than a loincloth. There was nothing underneath! He had a momentary impulse to reach out and take hold of those glorious, gleaming globes with both hands. Luckily, his hands were currently occupied, being held as they were by his hosts.

"Do you like it?" asked Salameh, looking over his shoulder at Rupert.

"Oh yes it's very nice," said Rupert in typical English understatement as he stared ahead at Salameh's animated ass cheeks.

"I thought you might," answered the boy, smiling. "It's made of pure marble."

Ohhhhhh… the staircase! Rupert was glad he hadn't said anything silly!

At last they reached the top step. Again they faced a long corridor. But this corridor was much different than the one down below. Faced entirely of marble, it was just like the staircase. Golden wall sconces made it light and bright and the air smelled of lavender, or lilacs maybe. Rupert wasn't too sure of his flowers. Like the other corridor, this one was lined with dozens of doors. All were closed; all was very quiet.

They continued down the passageway until they came to an open door. They entered what looked like a very large, luxurious locker room with dozens upon dozens of shower stalls.

"We will get you clean and ready for the banquet," said the smaller boy, Amir, as he led Rupert over to one of the shower stalls. "Are you thirsty?"

"Yes, very," answered Rupert.

Salemeh poured some water from a pitcher into a golden cup and passed it to his guest. Rupert gulped down the contents. Funny, the water was all fizzy and had a strange metallic taste. It tickled his tummy… all the way down to his…

"More?"

"Please."

Rupert gulped down another cupful. That tickling sensation was spreading. He felt all prickly and excited inside. It swirled around his loins and settled in… well… his peanuts of all places. It was a pleasant churning prickle that warmed his very cockles.

"Please stand here," Salameh gently pushed Rupert under a large golden spout.

Rupert looked up. Hmmmm… Interesting spout… looks like a… OH MY GOSH!

The spout was in the form of a large… very large… and very erect penis! Salmeh turned on the water using taps that liked like … OH MY GOSH! The knobs were large… very large… testicles! Warm water spewed from the flared glans of the golden penis and cascaded over Rupert and the other two boys. Amir squeaked with delight… a little too girlishly for Rupert's liking.

Much of the dirt and grime covering Rupert quickly disappeared down the drain. But Rupert wasn't paying much attention. His focus was on his two shower mates who were cavorting in the downpour. They were jumping up and down and skipping about with their faces turned upwards towards the water source as though it were a lovely spring shower. Their little loincloths or aprons had turned completely transparent and were pasted to their genitalia like gauze. Rupert could make out even the minutest details of their little boyhoods. Hmmm… uncircumcised… unlike him. Lucky boys. And large swinging ball sacks. Again, lucky boys!

He wasn't sure why he was so captivated by these two young nubile creatures. Maybe it was their smooth coffee-and-cream skin, all slippery and wet. Maybe it was their splendid nakedness, so natural and innocent. Or, maybe it was their unabashed playful boyish charm. They soaped up their bodies with exaggerated swirling motions… up and down and around and around. They played with their tiny titties until they erected like little soldiers… and then they laughed hysterically. He was transfixed and bewitched.

Perhaps that is why he did not take much notice when their hands turned to him. Suddenly, Rupert found himself in a most precarious position. Here he was, standing in a shower… naked… with two beautiful boys just his age… who were also naked! This never happened in England! Well maybe… at his boarding school… once or twice. Come to think of it, this sort of thing happened a lot! But right now, the four soapy hands rubbing and swirling all over him made his body squirm with delight. And that churning prickle that was in his balls? Well, that feeling was spreading down the shaft of Rupert's young penis. He was already sporting a nice chub and knew he was in imminent danger of sprouting a major stiffy! He knew he couldn't allow that! That was so gay! And Rupert wasn't gay. He kept telling himself that.

"STOP THAT!" he shouted as he pushed both boys away. He hadn't meant to be quite so rough. Amir skidded on the wet surface and almost fell.

"What is it, Brother?" asked Salameh. Concern was written across his face.

"I am perfectly capable of washing myself!" Rupert said indignantly. "I am not a baby, you know!"

"Of course," said Salameh. "We are only here to help."

"And to do our Master's bidding," added Amir. He looked like he was going to cry.

"Well thank you," said Rupert, now concentrating very hard on washing his arms, and hoping, really hoping, that his dickie was going to behave itself for once. "But I prefer to wash myself."

"As you wish Sire," said Salameh, as he backed off.

"But we will get in so much trouble, Salameh!" said Amir in a very loud whisper. "Master will whip us!"

"It does not matter, Amir," said Salameh, leading his brother over to a bench where they sat down. "He is our guest!"

Just when it looked like the two were going to start an argument, someone new entered the room. They immediately stood up at attention. This must be someone really important.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"

Whoa! Rupert was blown away. Into the room strutted an older boy… maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. He was definitely in charge by the way Amir and Salameh were acting. He too was semi-nude. He wore only four articles of clothing… black leather boots that went up to his knees… black leather gloves that covered his forearms to his elbows… a black leather vest that was open in the front but looked too small for his smooth powerful chest… and finally, a black leather codpiece with silver studs decorating it. Rupert was curious about the codpiece. It was filled to overflowing. What could be inside to make it bulge like that?

"We are sorry Prince Misha," quaked Salameh. "We tried but our guest will have none of us!"

"Yes, we tried," echoed Amir plaintively.

"SILENCE!" shouted Prince Misha. He walked over to where Rupert was standing. It was clear that he liked what he saw. A slight smirk played on his lips. Rupert could discern ambivalence in his face. There was both cruelty and compassion there. Rupert felt uncomfortable under his gaze and once again cupped his gonads protectively.

"I am Prince Misha," he said as he slapped what looked like a riding crop into his palm. It made Rupert jump. "And you are Rupert…"

"Yes, but how…"

"We know all things here at Siwa," he said, as he raised his chin at Rupert.

Once again, Rupert was rocked by the beauty of this Prince. He didn't look Arabic… more European maybe, with his blue eyes and light brown hair. And his body… oh my gosh… it wasn't the body of a boy; it was a man's body. He had thick defined muscles… everywhere… strange, for someone so young! But unlike a man, he had no discernable body hair… his skin was smooth as a babies… especially his face.

"I must apologize for the bad manners of these two," said Prince Misha as he swept his arm towards the hapless pair standing in front of him. Salameh and Amir looked down at their feet. "When our Master asks for something to be done, he expects it to be done. Especially something as simple as bathing our new guest!"

"We tried to Prince Misha. Really we did. He didn't like us touching him!" Both boys were talking at once. Pleading.

"SILENCE!" shouted the Prince as he slapped the riding crop against his palm. Rupert just stood under the shower spray, dumbfounded. "Take off your vestments!"

Amir and Salameh did as they were told. Slowly, they untied the clasps on their gold belts. Rupert watched like he was watching a striptease show. Slowly, teasingly, their tiny white cover-ups fell from their hips and dropped to the floor. They stood in front of the Prince… naked… wet… vulnerable… scared.

"Turn around and assume the position!" shouted the Prince.

Both boys knew what was coming. They slowly turned to face the wall behind them. Then, even more slowly, they bent over the marble bench and thrust their sweet young butts high into the air. Rupert swooned at the sight. Two beautiful young boys with their smooth wet buttocks thrusting towards the sky. Prince Misha stood over them, taking pleasure in the eye candy. He caressed one boy's butt cheek and then the other, sliding a gloved finger into Amir's crease. The young lad moaned and whimpered.

What a delicious sight, Rupert thought. If you like that kind of thing… but, of course, I don't!

Suddenly, Prince Misha struck Amir's butt with the riding crop.

CRACK!

Poor Amir let out a wail. This was followed in quick order by a blow to Salameh's buttocks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK!

Soon both boys were wailing and hollering. Those splendid tushies were trembling and quivering with each blow. Rupert couldn't stand it. He'd never witnessed such brutality! Their tawny-colored tushies were now taking on a rosy glow.

"STOP IT!" he shouted.

Prince Misha stopped the assault and turned toward the guest. He was not pleased that his task had been interrupted. Rupert noticed that the Prince's codpiece was bulging even more obscenely than before.

"Um… I think… I think maybe there's been a mistake," said Rupert as he stumbled to get the words out.

"What kind of a mistake?" asked the Prince.

"Uh… uh… I don't mind being bathed. Not at all!" Rupert lied. He'd say anything right now to stop such cruelty.

"I see," said the Prince evenly, as he put away his crop. Rupert thought his codpiece might burst at any moment, releasing whatever was hiding in there.

"AMIR… SALAMEH… ATTEND TO OUR GUEST, THEN!" shouted Prince Misha.

The two young boys stood up from the bench. Both were wiping tears from their eyes. When they turned around to face Rupert and Prince Misha…

"Oh my gosh!" Rupert couldn't conceal his astonishment.

Both boys were as hard as wood! Their little peeners were standing straight up as proud as you please!

Rupert gulped. That swirling sensation in his balls was returning just like before. He was sure he was blushing. He knew that this time there was no stopping his dickie.

Amir pulled down on his little boner and let it flip up, smacking his tummy. Rupert had to stifle a reaction. Gosh he was so cute… if boys could be cute. Both boys seemed totally nonchalant about the state of their sexual arousal… as though this sort of thing happened all the time. They walked over to Rupert and began to soap up their hands.

Oh no, here it comes, thought Rupert. He cringed as he felt his penis begin to grow… slowly at first… getting longer… and longer… before it started to climb upward in short sharp jerks. In no time at all he was as erect as his shower mates.

Salameh was smiling now, although his eyes looked puffy. Amir was smiling too as he began to soap up Rupert's back. Soon both boys had their hands all over their guest, pleasuring him in ways he never knew he could be pleasured. Salameh rubbed over Rupert's chest and down over his tummy while Amir worked on his butt. All the while their little stiffies would graze against his thigh or butt cheek causing him unbounded pleasure.

Prince Misha watched with a bemused twinkle in his eye. One hand scratched his chin while the other scratched his balls. That codpiece wasn't deflating at all, Rupert noted.

"Make sure he is clean… everywhere," commanded the Prince.

On that note, Amir's hands disappeared between Rupert's butt cheeks.

"Oh my goodness!" squeaked the little English boy.

Soapy hands slid up and down Rupert's crack. The sensation was indescribable, especially when he went deep into Rupert's nether regions. He loved it when Amir's fingers slid over his sphincter and down to the area just below his ball sack. Up and down went his hands, over and over again. Sometimes, the fingers would even poke inwards a little! Rupert closed his eyes. He was in rapture and had to stifle sighs of pleasure.

"Oooo Amir!" Rupert cooed. He had no idea he was so sensitive down there!

Not to be out done, Salameh took hold of Rupert's big boy. He slid his slippery fingers up and down the rock hard shaft. While one hand massaged his knob, the other massaged his balls. Over and over again, no doubt making sure he was extra clean, as Prince Misha had commanded.

"Oh… oh gosh!" Rupert moaned. He could feel the swirling in his balls. He knew that he was getting close… too close.

Being naked in front of two boys was bad enough. Being erect in a shower with them was unspeakable. But actually cumming… cumming in the presence of other boys? Well that was just unforgivable. He could not, must not do that! That was way too gay!

"Um… I think… I think I'm clean enough down there," said Rupert as he pushed away Salameh's hands. The Arab boy looked sad and frustrated.

Just in time, though. A droplet of pearly semen rolled out of the English boy's pee-pee lips and was washed away along with the soapy water.

Whew! he murmured to himself. That was so close!

Chapter 2

Rupert stared down at his penis. And his penis stared back up at him. It was standing erect… as hard as steel. Why was his dickie being so uncooperative? Why was it refusing to get squashy again? When he pushed it down it just flipped right back up again. The knob was so pink and shiny and the shaft was so long and hard. It even curved up a little… like a banana. It never did that before! It was so sensitive he daren't touch it. Even the vigorous toweling-off by his two new mates had done nothing to ease his excitement. If anything, they had only made his condition worse.

"Um… maybe we could wait just a minute… you know, until… until I relax a little," the little English boy suggested.

"Oh that is impossible," said Salameh most emphatically. "His Lordship is waiting to meet you. We must not keep him waiting."

"But… but I can't go out looking… looking like this!" Rupert gestured at his miniature flagpole.

"Oh don't worry about that, Silly," said Amir. "We are all boys here. And boys get stiffies all the time. I know I do. I love it!"

"Me too," said Salameh as they both flipped their flaccid peewees in unison. Both boys, though flaccid, were quite nicely fluffed from their time in the shower with Rupert… oh, and their whippings. Rupert couldn't help but gawk at their pretty little thingies.

"Tell you what: We will find you something to wear when we get to our room, OK?" Salameh placed his arm around Rupert protectively. His bare hip rubbed sensuously against the English boy's bare hip, but he seemed to pay no mind. Amir did the same on the other side of Rupert as they steered him out of the bathroom and into the hallway. "Besides, nobody is here now. Everyone is working."

"Thanks guys," said Rupert. "You're the best." He felt better now, even though he was parading down the hall… naked, with two young boys… naked. Jeez, how gay is that? he thought to himself.

The long hallway was faced with many doors. All looked the same except for a distinguishing marking or figure on each. Finally, they stopped at one particular door. It had the figure of a golden tiger on it.

"This is our room," said Salameh.

"And now it is your room too, Rupert," said Amir, as he turned the door handle and pushed the unlocked door open.

"Well, if it's not too much trouble," said the English boy. He could not imagine anyone sharing his room back at his boarding school. "You boys are so nice to me."

"It will be our pleasure, Rupert," said Amir, as he eyed the newcomer up and down.

Rupert was ushered into the bedchamber.

"Wow, this is nice!" said Rupert.

He was surprised to find a large airy room with high ceilings. The walls were faced with ornate marble just like the rest of the palace. Despite the extravagance, the furnishings were sparse: there was a very large round bed in the centre of the room. In fact the bed was the focal point of the room. It was covered with sumptuous white silk bedding and a transparent mosquito net was draped from the ceiling. Against one wall was a small wooden chest with drawers in it. A pitcher of water sat on top of it along with two glasses and a long-stemmed, bulbous vessel that looked like a laboratory beaker. A tall wardrobe mirror was placed next to the chest. Near the window were some comfy looking chairs, the kind you can stretch out on. But other than some potted plants and flowers distributed around the room, and some brass lamps for lighting, there was little else.

Amir threw himself backwards onto the bed. His legs flipped up over his head allowing Rupert and Salameh a splendid view of his smooth round ass cheeks… and a glimpse of what was hidden between them. Rupert blushed at such immodesty; his hard dickie jerked and twitched beyond his control.

"I think there is room for the three of us in here. What do you think?" asked Amir.

"Brother, there is room for teen of us in there," chuckled Salameh. "Remember your birthday?"

"Oh yes! That was so much fun," enthused the jolly little fellow. "This year for my birthday you will be here too, Rupert. We will have a wonderful sleepover with all of our friends."

Rupert tried to distract his attention from the wanton display of little-boy naughty bits. He strolled over to the window… actually two windows, French-style, that opened inward. A small Juliet balcony was just beyond, with an ornate railing across it for safety. Despite his state of undress and the flagrant condition of his penis, he brazenly wandered out into the bright sunshine.

"Oh it's beautiful!" he exclaimed.

The sight beyond the window took Rupert's breath away. Below, there was a beautiful garden courtyard enclosed within the walls of the palace. All varieties of exotic trees and flowering bushes could be seen. Peacocks and other mysterious birds chirped and squawked. In each of the four corners of the courtyard was a large fountain spraying cascades of water into turquoise pools. Everywhere, statues of naked cherubs could be seen. Despite the hot desert sun beating down upon his skin, the panorama was so cool, tranquil and restful. Two boys were working in the flowerbeds below. Like all the boys here, they too were naked, apart from their tiny white wisps of loincloth. There taut dark bodies gleamed with sweat. When they saw Rupert, they smiled broadly and waved a hearty hello.

Just then, Rupert felt an arm around his shoulder. It was Salameh. "I told you. This is Siwa. This is Paradise!"

"Oh Salameh, I've never seen anything quite like it! It is so beautiful! Even my family's estate cannot begin to compare with this," the English boy gushed.

Amir sidled silently up to the opposite side of him and put his arm around his waist. Rupert put his arms around both of them. They just stood there, the three boys arm-in-arm, taking in the tranquility of the scene. Amir rested his head on Rupert's shoulder. Rupert was suddenly overcome with emotion. He had never felt such serenity… such fraternity. These were feelings he had never before experienced and he was not sure how he should respond.

Unfortunately the moment was shattered all too soon when Salameh spoke. "Oh Rupert, we are late for your audience with His Lordship!"

"Huh!" Rupert gasped. "I can't go like this Salameh!" He flicked his perpendicular pecker, causing it to bounce like a spring.

"I could make you squirt," Amir suggested innocently as he seized Rupert's oscillating pendulum.

"Amir!" Salameh rebuked his brother sharply. "You know that is against the rules!"

"Sorry," Amir apologized, dropping Rupert like a hot potato.

Rupert looked from one boy to the other for some clue. He was confused and had no idea what they were talking about. He had to admit he liked the feeling of Amir's hand on his rigid weenie.

"Come Rupert, let's get you dressed." Salameh was all business now. He ducked back into the bedroom and threw open the drawers of the small dresser. He rummaged about and pulled out a long white expanse of transparent silk-like material… a silken robe… and placed it around Rupert's shoulders.

"Wow!" Rupert exclaimed. The see-through material felt so nice against his sun-warmed skin as Salameh fussed about, tying up the sash around Rupert's waist. Amir hung back, quietly sulking after his scolding.

"There that should do it, Rupert." Salameh smoothed the wispy material over the jut of the English boy's abundant bubble butt. "Come Amir, we must dress too." He tossed a pair of clean white hankies onto the bed for the other boy as he quickly attached new panels onto the front and back of his gold waist chain. In a jiffy, his naughty bits and ass crack were covered… barely.

Rupert smiled at the irony. So this is getting dressed?

***

Salameh rapped on the big elaborately carved doors, before opening them a crack.

"Please come in," said a kindly voice from within.

Rupert looked back warily at his two compatriots for support.

"Don't be afraid," said Salameh as he pushed Rupert forward.

"Yes, we will wait for you here," said Amir, as he backed away, timorously.

Rupert's heart was in his throat as he pressed in between the two tall doors. The door latch clicked behind him. He backed up shyly, not knowing what to expect.

"Come in, come in."

There was a man standing by the windows at the far side of the room. Rupert could not see him very well at first because of the glare. The room was palatial, with richly carved wood paneled walls and highly polished ornate furniture. The upholstery was made of red and gold brocade. This man must be very rich, indeed.

"Don't be afraid, Rupert."

"H… h…. how do you know my name?" asked Rupert nervously.

"Oh, there isn't much that I don't know around here," said the man as he beckoned for Rupert to sit. "Tea?"

"Oh yes please," said Rupert, suddenly feeling much more relaxed. He plumped himself down into the soft-cushioned chair. He hadn't had a decent cup of tea since England.

"Milk and sugar?"

"Yes please. Two sugars please."

It was only when the man sat down across from him and poured him a cup of tea, that Rupert got a look… a really good look… at his host. He could not have been more than twenty-one or two… not much more than a boy himself. He was very handsome. His hair was groomed short – almost shaved, as was his beard. Rupert could see that his body was fit… very fit, and nicely sprinkled with dark body hair. Hmmm… just like my Daddy, he thought. He was resplendent in his white trousers and white shirt. The shirt was open in the front, displaying a portion of his powerful hairy chest. Like Prince Misha, he wore black leather riding boots. A wide black leather belt with a silver buckle around his waist completed his uniform.

"Um… you know my name, but I don't know yours," said Rupert, somewhat bravely after a sip of tea.

"Oh how rude of me," said the man. "I naturally assume that everyone knows who I am. I am Lord Fahim. I am ruler of this realm."

He stuck out his hand for Rupert to shake. Rupert stood up before shaking it.

After all, he was an English gentleman and knew all about proper etiquette.

"I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Sir," said the boy with a slight bow.

"And I am pleased to meet you, Rupert," said Lord Fahim, bowing in turn.

Lord Fahim was staring very intently at Rupert. Normally Rupert would be freaked out, but His Lordship had the most beautiful eyes… full of kindness and wisdom. He reached out and stroked Rupert's cheek. His hands were soft and warm. Rupert couldn't help but snuggle into his palm. His other hand stroked Rupert's golden locks.

"You are a very fair lad. Do you know that Rupert?"

Rupert shook his head, "No."

"Well you are. Come here by the window so I can see you better."

His Lordship led Rupert by the hand. Rupert was glad Salameh and Amir had given him a robe to wear. Even though it was totally transparent, like a lady's negligee, it covered him nicely from neck to ankles. All this attention by His Lordship was beginning to reawaken lustful desires. His dickie had been moderately well behaved for the past few minutes. Even though he was feeling all tingly and warm down there, at least it wasn't poking straight up like a ship's mast… not like before.

Mmmmmm… Lord Fahim smelled nice, just like his Daddy… all spicy and manly. It made Rupert feel sexy again.

"What beautiful blue eyes you have. Such a rarity in this land."

His Lordship's breath smelled nice too, like mint. Rupert felt the inclination to move closer, which he did.

"And your lips… pink, ripe and lubricious… full of pulchritude."

Whatever that meant…. Rupert wasn't sure. But he was feeling a little dizzy. He reached out to steady himself, placing his hand on Lord Fahim's ample chest. Wow, his nipple felt like steel! His Lordship placed his arm around the boy's waist to steady him.

"Could you open your mouth please?"

Rupert did as he was told, as His Lordship peered inside his young mouth. For a moment he thought… hoped… that His Lordship might kiss him. Yes, he was feeling quite weak… quite vulnerable.

"Nice, lovely."

The moment passed.

He then looked in both of Rupert's ears using a special instrument he picked up off the table.

"Where in England are you from, Rupert?"

"Windermere," answered Rupert without hesitation. Then he said: "How did you know I was from England? Oh yes, you know everything."

His Lordship chuckled as he loosened the top of Rupert's robe and felt around the base of the boy's graceful neck. Was this some kind of medical examination?

"I was in England once," said the handsome man as he loosened Rupert's robe around his shoulders. "I met your Queen."

"Really?" said Rupert with surprise.

"Yes, but that was a long time ago."

Oh no! thought Rupert. My dickie!

Life was definitely returning to the young boy's penis. He wished there was something unappealing he could find about His Lordship. But there wasn't. He was just magnificent. The robe dropped to Rupert's waist.

"Lift you arms for me please, Rupert."

The young boy raised his arms over his head, as his manly examiner ran two fingers over each hairless armpit. He couldn't help but squirm with ticklish delight.

"Perfect," said His Lordship before inhaling the boy's light musk. "Just perfect."

His Lordship went to work next on the boy's pert little nipples. They were pink and slightly puffy. Rupert didn't like them much. They were sometimes the focus of shower room teasing back at school. His Lordship touched the left one, ever so gently, right on the very tip. Whew! Electric shock… like he'd stuck it in a light socket! It came alive in a way the boy had never seen before. His areola shrank as his nipple jumped to attention like a little soldier. Usually they did that when he took a cold shower, like for punishment at his boarding school.

"Oh my!" Rupert exclaimed as his stiff pricklet tickled against the front of his diaphanous robe. There was that throbbing feeling again… right inside his swollen testis.

"Oh! I didn't hurt you did I?" asked Lord Fahim. Consternation was written across his face.

"Oh no," answered Rupert. "It just that my titties have never done that before."

"Oh… good," said His Lordship. "May I do the other one?" Before Rupert had time to answer, the nice man stimulated the other one as well. His other puffy nipple jumped to attention, just like a little soldier.

As you might imagine, Rupert was feeling quite randy by now. At this point he had to deal with three erections – two popping up from his chest and one thrusting out from between his legs. He was concentrating so hard on his erections that he hadn't notice His Lordship loosening the sash around his waist. His robe fell to the floor. Suddenly he was standing completely nude… nude and sexually aroused… in front of a strange man!

"Oh my!" exclaimed Lord Fahim. "Yes, you are a picture of perfection!"

"Oo!" squeaked the naked little boy. "Lord Fahim, I shouldn't be…"

But Lord Fahim wasn't paying any attention to what the boy was saying. His eyes were riveted on Rupert's stout little boyhood standing up before him.

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed His Lordship. "That is an outstanding penis, Rupert. You are a very big boy…and circumcised too. Most unusual for this part of the world."

Did he just say I had an outstanding penis? Rupert's chest swelled with pride, accentuating the erotic image of those aroused nipples. The sun streaming in through the window highlighted the long smooth concave of his belly. His cute belly button was drawn lengthways like a stretched O. Rupert, like most boys, was unaware of his devastating beauty.

"Michelangelo's David a mere trifle," gushed Lord Fahim. "Yes, you are the perfect specimen of virile boyhood."

Rupert beamed with pride. No one had ever talked to him like that before. No one had ever commented on his growing body.

The large, muscular man squatted as he gently grasped one of the boy's ample testes.

"Cough."

Rupert was over the moon in love with this man. He coughed. If Lord Fahim had told him to bark like a dog he would have. All of a sudden, he didn't feel embarrassed or self-conscious about being naked. He kicked his robe aside and spread his smooth alabaster legs for his Master.

Lord Fahim smiled, knowingly. He grasped the boy's other testicle.

"Cough."

Rupert coughed, somewhat weakly this time. He was feeling faint again. His balls were swirling. His tummy was whirling. So many new and strange sensations to cope with.

"Ooooo… uuuuuh!" Rupert squeaked, quite involuntarily, from the manhandling he was receiving.

"Am I hurting you?" asked His Lordship, immediately stopping his examination.

"Oh… oh no… please continue… please!" begged the little blonde boy. His poor brain was awash with lust… little boy lust.

"Almost finished, my dear Rupert," said His Lordship, as his hand brushed along the hot poker of the youngster's erection. Rupert swooned and his boner quivered and twitched. The man's fingers played over the surface of the boy's pubic mound, toying with the few strands of golden corn silk growing there. Rupert was sure his little cocklet would explode! Oh how it ached… but in a nice way.

"Rupert, would you do one last thing for me?" ask the kind gentleman.

"Sure, anything," Rupert blurted breathily.

"Would you bend over?" Lord Fahim pushed against Rupert's back, guiding him forward. "That's the way. Now grab your ankles. Good boy."

How odd, the boy thought. Lord Fahim positioned himself directly behind him. Rupert could see him from between his legs.

"Oh my goodness, yes," exclaimed His Lordship once again. "What beautiful flanks. What a handsome derriere… so full and ripe and firm! Absolute perfection."

Ripe? You mean like a grapefruit? How could his bum be ripe? Rupert was confused.

Confusion was quickly dismissed when Rupert felt something touching his bum. No, not really touching… stroking… caressing.

"Ooooooh… uuuuuuh!" Rupert gasped and shuddered again His bum never felt like that when he touched it. Nerve endings were set afire… all of them. "Oh gosh!"

His Lordship was a master at stimulating little boys' bums. His gentle fingers played over the soft shiny skin, stroking, tantalizing. At first the deft hands fiddled and diddled over the plump spheres of boy's flawless bottom, but as they got closer and closer to his cleft, Rupert became more and more alarmed. What's he doing there? Why would he want to go there?

"Oh please!" Rupert cried out. That's all he could think to say.

"Very well," His Lordship answered before running something down the length of Rupert's crack. The boy shuddered like he just caught a great chill. But he wasn't cold. No, Rupert was hot… hot as hell. And he knew that's where he was going if this examination continued.

"Oh please, Lord Fahim!" Rupert pleaded again, just as the digit reached his… his… "Oh my gosh!"

His hot little body quivered and quaked as His Lordship's finger touched his little pink starfish. Why would anyone want to touch me there? Isn't it all nasty and dirty there? Then he remembered what a good job Amir had done in the shower washing him. He relaxed, but only a little because that busy finger was touching him in ways he never imagined… even in his wildest dreams. His Lordship's masterful fingers fiddled with him so intimately. It was driving him wild!

"Oh please!" Rupert gasped. It seemed to be the only thing he could utter. His brain had totally disconnected from his mouth.

"My, you are an eager one!" cooed Lord Fahim as he paused long enough to squirt some liquid onto his fingertips. "As you wish."

Rupert felt something cool and wet as the finger pushed once again at his sphincter muscle. It recoiled reflexively, making him throb somewhere deep inside.

"Ooooooohh yes!" Rupert groaned. He had only recently discovered the joys of masturbation. How had he missed this? He arched his back and thrust his tushy out invitingly.

That persistent finger pushed again. This time Rupert felt his bum-hole give way and the slippery finger entered his tight orifice. "Oooooo!" he cried out, the feeling was so intense. Lord Fahim pushed deep inside until he got to a certain point. The boy felt his dick jolt. More electricity!

What is he doing to me? What's happening inside me that makes my dickie throb like this? Rupert pondered.

The finger started to move in and out of Rupert's bum hole like a little train piston. He helped it by pumping his bum up and down against the resistance. It felt so slippery and nice inside. Rupert squeezed his muscles tightly around it, like he wanted to possess it. Each time it went in deep, it grazed over a very sensitive spot… a special spot. It made Rupert feel weird and tingly but in a good way… a very good way. His breathing began to quicken and he felt like something was going to happen but he didn't know what. Poop? No. Pee? No. Cum? Yes! He was going to cum! For the second time today, Rupert was afraid that he would do something to disgrace himself. And this time it would be in front of this wonderful man!

Oh gosh, no! Don't let that happen!

Rupert felt that prickling feeling in his balls… it was that feeling he always got just before he spunked. He could feel his balls rising in his soft pink nut sack. He felt swirls of pleasure inside… everywhere… but especially right where his Lordship was stroking him. He was almost delirious.

"Ooooohhhhaaaaaahhhh!" he moaned as his head rocked backward.

GONG!

Suddenly, a large bell chimed in the distance.

"Oh, dinner time," His Lordship announced brightly.

He extracted his finger from Rupert's bottom with a pop. He gave Rupert's tushy a little smack with his open palm, as though to announce that the 'examination' was over.

Rupert straightened up on unsteady feet. He felt like he had just awakened from a dream… a most bizarre dream. He felt dizzy and reached out to balance himself. He blinked his eyes several times. He could feel his balls relax as the pending tidal wave of cum receded. A tiny droplet of clear liquid oozed out from between his pee-pee lips. Once again he had been delivered from mortifying embarrassment.

"Thank you so much for your cooperation, Rupert," said Lord Fahim as he ran his finger under his nose and inhaled deeply like he was taking in the aroma of a fine cigar.

"It was my pleasure, Your Lordship," Rupert huffed breathlessly. It truly had been his pleasure.

"I hope so," said the handsome young man as he adjusted a rather uncomfortable looking bulge in the crotch of his pants. "You are a treasure… the finest specimen of boyhood. I am sure you will fit in nicely here."

Rupert's chest swelled with pride again. A treasure! Nobody had ever said that about him before. "Thank you Sir," he replied quietly, almost shyly.

"Now, how about some dinner?" his Lordship suggested as he stroked Rupert's golden curls. "You must be starving!"

Rupert nodded his head vigorously.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Silly me." Lord Fahim walked across the room to a large desk. He unlocked a small box and retrieved something from its confines. Returning to Rupert, he took the boys hand and placed the object in his palm. "For you Rupert."

Rupert couldn't believe his eyes. It was a fine gold chain, just like the ones worn by Salameh and Amir. "Huh! It's so beautiful! For me?" he asked incredulously.

"For you Rupert. It is your chain of fealty," said his Lordship. "Here let me help you put it on."

Lord Fahim squatted again as he took the chain from the boy. Rupert swooned once more as his sprightly cocklet grazed the man's ear leaving a gooey string of pre-cum. Oh how he wished this beautiful man would take him… would use him… would somehow relieve his poor aching dickie and pitifully swollen peanuts. His Lordship wrapped the sparkling chain around the boy's slim hips and closed the clasp at the rear. Rupert got goose bumps all over his skin as manly hands glided over his marvelous bubble butt. He held the boy like that for several seconds before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Now, off you go, my beautiful little English boy!"

Rupert scampered off to find Salameh and Amir wearing naught but his new gold chain. He was sure his feet weren't touching the ground!

Chapter 3

"How do I look?" asked Rupert as he smoothed down his tiny white loincloth flap. Amir had fetched him a clean set from their bedroom.

"You look just like us," answered Amir, which was clearly untrue. Rupert didn't look anything like Amir and Salameh, what with his head of golden curls and his alabaster white skin. He didn't look anything like these darkly handsome boys. He had a beauty all of his own.

"You look wonderful, Rupert," said Salameh reassuringly. "You will fit right in."

"It feels like my bum-bum is showing," said the little English boy as he peered over his shoulder.

Of course his bum was showing. It was a full round bubble butt and it stuck out like two halves of a grapefruit… correction, melon. The filmy loincloth barely covered his ass crack, leaving the round curves of his smooth white cheeks on full display. This was no different than all the other boys who were now thronging through the hallway. Some were running, some were pushing and shoving, as they made their way through the general pandemonium to the dining hall. But even in their eagerness to eat, each one paused for a moment to stare at the newcomer… or, more specifically, the newcomer's voluptuous ripe ass… as it jiggled oh-so-provocatively with each footfall. Make no mistake, though. This wasn't some kind of fatty-boy ass. No, Rupert had a grade-A-prime bubbly bubble butt, even at such a tender age!

"Well at least my peenie went soft… finally," he said with a nervous chuckle. It really wasn't soft. In fact it was still quite firm and prickled ever so pleasantly as it swung to and fro beneath the diaphanous loincloth flap. What Rupert meant to say was it was no longer a raging hard-on. It was pointing politely downward, although he wasn't sure how long it would stay that way. "You know, I'm really not comfortable with all this nudity. It's not natural."

"Nude is the natural condition of all humans," answered Salameh. He was really smart, Rupert decided. "It is clothing that is uncomfortable, and certainly not natural."

Hmmm… Rupert would have to think about that one. But right now he was thinking about food. The smells accosting his nostrils were overwhelming, and he was famished. Luckily they had just reached the dining hall. Row after row of dining tables lined the room, with dozens of boys seated along each one. Rupert's new BFFs escorted him to their place in the middle of the large airy hall. The tables were low and each boy had a plump pillow to sit on.

GONG!

Suddenly, all the boys stood at attention and the room went silent. Lord Fahim entered the room from behind a curtain at the front, looking just as splendid as when Rupert first met him. Prince Misha followed closely behind. They took their places at the head table.

"Sit my children!" said Lord Fahim in a booming voice as he gestured with his arm. All the boys sat down enthusiastically. "Eat!"

All of a sudden, a throng of boys appeared from nowhere carrying trays laded with food… piles of food. Rupert's face lit up, as did all the others who were seated. Nothing brings happiness to the hearts of boys like food. Well, he sure wasn't going to starve to death here at Siwa. That was for sure. Everyone dove into their plates with mucho gusto.

Rupert was full of questions about his curious new home:

"Why did His Lordship call us his children?" he asked with his mouth full. He liked that there were no adults here to scold him about his bad table manners.

"Oh, very good question," Salameh replied. "We are all his children. He is father to us. He treats us with great kindness and takes such good care of us."

"How can all these boys be his children?" asked Rupert skeptically. "That's an awful lot of children and he is so young looking."

"Yes, three hundred and sixty five children… actually, three hundred and sixty six, including you," added Amir.

Rupert didn't believe that all these boys were Lord Fahim's children. Lord Fahim couldn't be more than twenty-two or three. He was very young, and handsome too. If he had that many children then certainly he should look tired and haggard

"That other man is Prince Misha," said Salmeh.

"Yes, I know," said Rupert, recalling the unpleasant encounter earlier that day. "I met him in the shower room already, remember."

"He is Lord Fahim's right-hand man. He helps His Lordship rule our Paradise," continued Salameh.

"Why are there only boys here?" asked Rupert.

"We had girls and women here at one time, but they all died," answered Salameh.

"Yes, girls get sick and die," added Amir, sighing sadly.

"But what about making babies?" asked Rupert. He was recently acquainted with the facts of life and wanted to show off his new knowledge. "How can you make babies?"

"Oh we don't make any babies," giggled Amir.

Rupert was puzzled but pressed on. "How long have you both been here?"

"Oh, long time!" said Salameh.

"Yes, long time," echoed Amir. "We don't remember how long."

"So you were babies when you came here?" asked Rupert. They were only ten or eleven years of age now so they must have been very small to be here a long time.

"Yes, babies," answered Amir vaguely. "Perhaps babies."

Rupert wasn't getting anywhere with these two, so he took another mouthful of food. It was so delicious. He could not remember such a good meal. The soup, the salad, the fish, and the meat stew – everything was scrumptious, and spicy – just like the little boys who were serving it. But Rupert didn't want to think about that right now. He was having gay thoughts. And gay thoughts were bad. He'd always been told that at his boarding school, so it must be true.

"Tomorrow you will work in the fields with us, Rupert," said Salameh enthusiastically. "Oh, you will love it. It is so much fun!"

"I don't think so, Salameh," sniffed Rupert derisively, as he took another swig of water. "I am a Fondle-Cox; we are of noble birth. We don't work in the fields."

"Well OK. But if you do not work, you do not eat," explained Amir. "May I have your portion of food then?"

Rupert paused to think. He would really hate to miss a meal here. And Amir had quite an appetite. He was pretty sure he could eat both his and Rupert's food portions. Maybe even Salameh's.

"Well, maybe I could try it out just for the day," Rupert suggested. "See if I like it."

He gazed around the dining hall. It was a big cool airy room with high ceilings festooned with colorful silks. It was cool and comfortable here despite being in the desert. Huge brass chandeliers were suspended from the ceiling. This was more like a classy resort than a… than a… well, Rupert really wasn't sure what this place was. A boys' school? A nudist Hogwarts? There were dozens of boys, maybe even hundreds sitting on cushions at the low tables, while still more were serving the food. All wore the same uniform as Salameh and Amir – a teeny tiny loincloth that barely covered anything at all!

"How did you get here Rupert?" asked Salameh.

"I don't know exactly," answered Rupert. "One minute I was taking a nap on one of our wagons and the next thing I knew I was locked in that awful dungeon place." He shuddered just thinking about it. "Our caravan was on the Spice Route to China. My Daddy is a scientist and explorer," he said proudly.

"You were very lucky you wandered here," said Salameh with a grave look on his face. "The desert is a dangerous place. You would soon be dead."

"We are lucky you wandered here too!" added Amir brightly as he eyed Rupert up and down.

Rupert felt uncomfortable. It's not that he wasn't accustomed to the stares and ogling of other boys… or even older men. He was a very handsome boy; some would say even beautiful. With his blonde curly hair and his white porcelain complexion he was used to drawing attention, especially here in the Middle East where the beauty of a boy is so revered. No, he felt uncomfortable down there… uh… between his legs. He'd felt that way ever since that embarrassing shower incident… and then that thing with Lord Fahim. His bum still felt kind of funny… warm-like and prickly. Luckily his penis was flaccid, but he knew it would not take much to get it going again.

He took another long drink of cold water. He loved the taste of it, the bubbles. It tickled his tummy and made him feel so good inside.

"I see you like our water," said Amir, edging up closer to the English boy.

"Mmmm…" Rupert nodded appreciatively.

"It is our treasure… the source of all life," said Salameh. He was definitely the smarter of the two boys. "In the desert you learn that very quickly."

"Is this an oasis then?" asked Rupert.

"Yes of course," replied Salameh. "This is Siwa. This is Paradise. All around us is desert and death. But here there is life and abundance."

Just then a server brushed by Rupert's shoulder. From where he sat, Rupert could see right up under his loincloth. He could see his smooth sexy bare ass, jeez, even his crack. And then, a moment later, his low hanging balls, big balls! It made Rupert feel funny… right in his tummy. Oo!… and then down lower… kind of a queasy feeling… like going fast over a big hill on his bicycle.

"Why don't you wear clothing?" asked Rupert. It seemed like a sensible question. "All civilized people wear clothing."

Both boys burst into laughter.

"Heavens above! Why would we wear clothing?" asked Salameh. "It is so hot here!"

"Yes, that is very silly!" added Amir.

Rupert decided not to press the point. He was just glad that the boys had given him this little flap to wear. He would have felt very uncomfortable sitting here in just his gold chain, not that this little gauzy apron did much good. Especially considering how badly his penis had been behaving today, getting erect and stiff all the time.

After consuming a plate of fruit and dates and honey, Rupert felt very full and relaxed. He was thinking about what good fortune had been bestowed upon him by finding his way here. Not to mention being put in the care of two such nice… and cute, if he ever used that word, and he never did… boys.

GONG!

Suddenly, a bell announced the arrival of someone new. All eyes were up front where Prince Misha and his Lordship sat.

"Oh! You are in for a treat tonight, Rupert!" said Amir. "The Lil One is going to dance for us."

"Who's that?" Rupert asked in a loud whisper.

"He is Lord Fahim's favorite," answered Salameh as music began to play. "And in a moment you will see why!"

A small figure emerged from behind the curtain at the front. At first Rupert thought it was a girl. The figure was dressed in long white billowy harem pants and a scarlet vest with a golden turban on his head and what looked like a veil over his face. How lame, Rupert thought. Not to mention, gay!

The little figure gave Lord Fahim and then Prince Misha a peck on each cheek, before the music started and he commenced to dance. He danced in little circles all around the front of the room, before starting down the aisles between the tables and stopping here and there to show favor to a friend or acquaintance. He was wearing golden bracelets around both his ankles and wrists with many gold coins attached. His belt was also similarly fashioned. They made a jingling noise like sleigh bells at Christmas. He was a nice dancer, Rupert had to admit, but he didn't know what all the fuss was about.

Suddenly, the tempo of the music changed. Lights dimmed and The Lil One began to gyrate his hips in a very animated fashion. The golden coins jingled and jangled in time to the music. Hips would twitch left and then right as his tummy undulated in a very suggestive manner. Rupert could see his belly through the gap in his vest and it was twisting and writhing like a snake. He had never seen anything like this before! Never! He had heard men talk of women… and sometimes boys… belly dancing. But he never dreamed….

All of a sudden, off came the harem pants!

Wow! How did he do that? They came off in one big tug. The Lil One threw them to the crowd of cheering boys. They scrambled for them like a pack of wolves. The lucky boy who claimed them held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply. How odd, Rupert thought! But he didn't spend too much time thinking about that. His attention was focused on The Lil One who had just discarded his red vest in a similar manner. Off it went into the mad crowd.

"Yippee… hurray!" the boys all cheered. It was a very unruly crowd. Some boys were standing on the tables dancing along with The Lil One.

Ooooo… was Lil One now dancing naked?

No, not quite. Suspended below his chain belt was a little golden pouch containing the Lil One's jewels! Wow, he must have a lot of jewels, thought Rupert. His golden pouch was jammed packed and fit for bursting!

Rupert watched transfixed as the exotic little creature made his way around the room. His body was so lithe and graceful. He'd never seen anything quite so dazzling. He was amazed how the little boy's belly undulated; it was like he was pushing it out and sucking it in, almost in the same motion! How did he do that? And he did all this while he twitched and gyrated his hips from side to side. The coins on his belt were jingling and jangling like crazy.

Arms traveled from side to side as tiny hands made signs and gestures. He was telling a story but Rupert had no idea what the words were. His arms journeyed up over his head in an elegant dance of seduction. Even his hairless armpits were beautiful, if armpits could be… Rupert wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about a lot right now. What he was sure about was that problem between his legs!

The Lil One danced down the aisle behind Rupert's table. Rupert's heart was beating like a drum. The closer the boy got, the faster his heart pumped. For a moment he wondered if he was having a heart attack. Then he remembered he was just twelve and twelve-year-olds don't have heart attacks!

When The Lil One reached Rupert's table, he paused. Rupert was breathing so hard but no air was getting into his lungs. He was bewitched and transfixed once again. He couldn't take his eyes off this beautiful creature. The boy's skin was the color of caramel toffee and was covered with a fine patina of oil. It flashed with little sparkles. How slim and supple his body was. Rupert could see his muscles working under that gorgeous skin. His chest muscles were taut but not developed, at least not like Rupert's. What were developed were his titties – small brown coin-size areolas topped with pointy nipples. They poked up like little needles! How did he get them like that? They seemed to be begging to be touched. Rupert felt a tremor down there… down in his little peanuts.

"I think he likes you, Rupert," whispered Amir.

Rupert turned for a moment to look at his new roommate. Amir's hands were busy rubbing under his loincloth.

Shocking behavior!

He turned to Salameh. He was doing the same thing!

Rupert had been so busy watching the little dancer that he didn't notice the 'goings on' in the rest of the room. Many boys were rubbing themselves. Some – like those brazen boys on the tables – had taken their loincloths off and were dancing naked! Their little thingies were bouncing up and down to the beat of the music!

Ooooo… Rupert turned his eyes away from such decadence for fear he might be turned to stone. Already his penis had!

He felt something touch his hair. He turned back to see that The Lil One was playing with his blonde curls. Gosh! The blood rushed to his cheeks… and also to somewhere else! He was blushing like crazy! He wished The Lil One wasn't wearing that stupid veil. He so wanted to see his face. It had to be beautiful, even more beautiful than the boy's body. He could tell that much just from his eyes.

The Lil One turned to the left and ground his bare hips at Rupert. Rupert grinned. He was more than a little embarrassed by all this attention. Then he turned to the right for some more grinding action. Finally, the svelte boy turned and flashed his bare derriere at Rupert. Wow! It was totally naked, save for a tiny gold string drawn up tightly between his bum cheeks. Lil One was shaking his booty to and fro, making it gyrate in the most erotic way possible. What would it be like to touch those bouncing melons… to caress that soft smooth skin?

Oo my dickie! Rupert groaned, as his little peener began to throb. He shoved it down between his thighs and closed them tightly. There, it should be safe in there.

Luckily…or maybe unluckily, depending on your perspective… The Lil One continued his dance of erotica down the aisle-way and out of Rupert's reach. He doffed his golden turban in much the same way that he had his other clothing. Rupert noted the long luxuriant dark hair that swept down almost to his shoulders. Every now and again he would stop and dance with one of the table dancers as they played with their little stiffies.

Disgusting! thought Rupert, as he squeezed his hot shaft between his thighs! And soooo gay!

The Lil One jumped up on the table to dance with one particularly studly youngster. He was taller than Lil One and had his hands all over him. That is, until The Lil One grasped his boner. The muscular boy nearly keeled over as the little cutie played with his knoblet!

All the boys cheered and chanted, "SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!"

Oh my! Whatever do they mean? thought the little English boy. Why is his knob looking so wet and sticky?

Before Rupert had a chance to find out, The Lil One jumped down from the table and continued to dance. His dance was even more erotic now, if that was possible. Rupert knew that the boy must be feeling incredibly randy. Who wouldn't be? I mean, dancing almost naked like this in front of all these horny boys? His one hand was delicately kneading the bulge in his pouch while the other tweaked first one nipple and then the other.

Rupert wasn't sure how much more of this he could take! He knew his peener was rock-hard again as he rubbed his thighs together excitedly.

The little dancing boy returned to the front of the hall to where His Lordship and the Prince were sitting. Stopping just in front of their seats, he turned his back to them and wiggled his cute little buns oh-so-provocatively at them, before bending over at the waist and giving them a view that most men would die for. Prince Misha turned to his Lordship, whispered something and then grinned. His Lordship grinned back. Then Lord Fahim grabbed the young boy around the waist, picked him up and pulled him over his knee. He gave him several smacks across his bare buttocks with an open palm. The splattering noise rang out across the hall, despite the din of the music.

My gracious! There is so much corporal violence here, thought Rupert, as the other boys all cheered.

Lil One didn't seem to mind though. It was hard to gauge his expression since that silly veil still covered his face. Rupert had to admit that the veil did heighten his curiosity… not to mention the sense of eroticism. The Lil One climbed up onto His Lordship's lap after his spanking and rubbed his swollen boy-crotch up and down the man's hairy chest. His Lordship closed his eyes and smiled. Clearly, this was something he enjoyed.

Mmmmmm… that looks like fun, thought Rupert. Jeesh… what am I saying?

Lord Fahim whispered something into The Lil One's ear. The boy turned and looked over in Rupert's direction. Was he mistaken or was the boy looking straight at him? Lil One raised his veil slightly and gave his Lordship a kiss – a wet sloppy one on his lips with lots of tongue – and scrambled down off his lap. But not before his Lordship had detached his belt of golden coins. He removed the boy's ankle and wrist bracelets too, and pocketed all the loot.

Now, all the little hottie was wearing was his golden pouch… that, and the white diaphanous veil over his face. Rupert decided that the pouch was nothing more than a g-string, really…not that he'd ever seen one before, but he had seen pictures. It was just big enough to hold his wiener and beans – and barely at that! Even from a distance Rupert could see that he had an erection… a pretty big one… and it was straining against the confinement of his pouch.

Rupert licked his lips lasciviously. His dickie was throbbing. Even though it was pressed tightly between his thighs, it ached with a sweet pain that was unfamiliar to him. He was also scared. The Lil One had him in his sights and he was heading straight towards his table, dancing his lewd, wanton dance that had everyone worked up to a frenzy.

"See Rupert, I told you he likes you," said Amir as The Lil One danced right up behind their seats again.

His hips swayed in large concentric circles as his arms reached high up into the air. Rupert was fixated by his navel, which was stretched so taut, yet writhed so uninhibitedly. Rupert grinned with embarrassment. All eyes were on him… and the Lil One. He knew his cheeks – the ones on his face – must be scarlet. Lil One moved closer. His hips were bucking at Rupert very suggestively. His g-string had slid down to the very limits of decency. Only his erection kept it from sliding off his hips completely!

"He wants you to take it off, Rupert," exclaimed Salameh. "Oh gosh, you are so lucky!"

Rupert's heart was beating like a drum. The swirling and whirling feeling had returned to his tummy… and his nuts. Oh how they ached… but in a nice way.

"Oh no, I couldn't do that. Not to another boy," he protested. "That is so gay!"

But he wanted to see what the Lil One looked like… all of him… even his boner… gosh, especially his boner. He also wanted to see this beautiful boy's face. He reached up to lift Lil One's veil, but was quickly reprimanded with a slap on the hand. All the boys laughed and hooted. Rupert grinned and blushed even more – if that was possible.

"Go on. Do it," prodded Salameh. "He wants you to do it. Take off his stringie, Rupert."

Rupert reached out his trembling hand, but then pulled it back quickly. "I'm scared!"

Lil One was gyrating his hips left then right. His bare skin was so creamy smooth, so tantalizing. He was bare everywhere save for the golden strings around his hips that held his stuffed little pouch in place – his last shred of decency. Even that wasn't very decent considering that it was stretched to the max by seven or eight centimeters [3 inch] of boner. He was waving it around like a baton only inches from Rupert's face.

You are not a chicken are you Rupert?" challenge Amir.

"No, of course not," Rupert replied. Nobody ever called Rupert a chicken and got away with it. Out went Rupert's hand. He grasped the Lil One's g-string and found the clasp on one side.

POP!

The string popped open and dropped to the front! Lil One's boner pushed the pouch precariously to one side. For a second, it looked like it might burst right out!

" Hurray! Yaaaay!" The boys all cheered. Lord Fahim and Prince Misha smiled and clapped their approval. The little English boy's heart was pounding in his chest; he was breathing with short shallow gasps. His head felt light. Was he going to pass out?

"Do the other one Rupert! Do it!" Amir dared him. He was sitting up on his knees with his hand busily fapping beneath his apron.

Oh how Rupert's dickie was begging him to do the same! 'Please Rupe, stroke me,' it pleaded. But Rupert kept his throbbing member firmly locked between his thighs with his apron primly covering his crotch. He didn't want to risk an embarrassing exposure, certainly not in front of everyone in Siwa!

He leaned forward towards the little exotic dancer. The Lil One made it easy for him by turning his other cheek, literally. Rupert reached out and grasped the other clasp, but not before his errant hand stroked the dancer's silky thigh.

POP!

The other string popped open and dropped to the front! The tiny pouch dangled perilously on the tip of the little boy's bouncing boner. The Lil One continued to sway his hips in an erotic circular motion. His eyes looked all dreamy. He pulled his hips away from Rupert each time Rupert attempted to snatch away the little snippet of material, his last vestige of modesty.

"Take it Rupert, it's yours," coaxed Salameh. He wanted to see the luscious little dancer naked as much as anyone.

But each time Rupert reached for the dangling g-string, the Lil One pulled away, just beyond his grasp. He loved teasing the kneeling English boy and Rupert was clearly frustrated. Normally, he would be able to lunge for it, but he couldn't now without releasing the pent-up pricklet that he had so carefully tucked away between his thighs. Mmmm. It felt nice in there as his thighs slid back and forth against it. He knew it must be big… big and hard. Probably bigger and harder than the one Lil One was sporting behind the dangling g-string. It was springing up and down in time to the music, just beyond Rupert's reach… and sight.

"Rupert, take it!" shouted Amir and Salameh in unison. "You are driving us crazy!"

Rupert rose up on his knees but sat back down quickly as he felt his hot cocklet slip between his thighs. Oh, what a quandary! That swishing and swirling feeling was returning to his throbbing balls. It felt damp down there. Was he going to cum? Here in front of everyone? That would be even more humiliating than cumming in front of Amir and Salameh… or His Lordship!

Finally, Rupert saw his opportunity as Lil One's hips rotated towards him. He reached out to snatch away his prize, but just as he did so, Lil One fooled him and pulled away. The young beauty giggled audibly from behind his veil. This was too much for Rupert. He lunged for the g-string and snatched it from the pinnacle of the dancer's swaying dickie.

"Oh my goodness… what a beautiful boner!" exclaimed Rupert.

It truly was; it was beautiful! It seemed to be looking up at Rupert as if to say, "Take me. I'm yours. Do whatever you want with me."

BOING!!!

Suddenly, Rupert's erection shot out from between his thighs like a catapult! The lunging motion had released his suppressed wiener. It shot up out of its hiding place like a rocket. The wispy loincloth was tossed aside as boy's big boner bounced uncontrollably to and fro.

"Good grief!" squeaked the little English boy. He was mortified. "Everybody can see my dickybird… my big stiff peenie!" He tried in vain to push it down but it just sprang back up again.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

Hundreds of boys were laughing at him.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

He was sure his cheeks had turned from scarlet to purple.

"Oooo… what a beauty!" exclaimed The Lil One as he giggled too. He was clearly impressed with the state of Rupert's pee-pee.

Rupert was impressed with Lil One's pee-pee too. The dancer's erect cocklet swayed just inches from him. It was the most perfect penis he had ever seen. And Rupert had seen a lot… in the boys' shower… at boarding school, of course. Long and thin and straight… it stood up at almost a 90-degree angle… maybe eight centimeters [3 inch] in total length. A very impressive knob bulged from beneath his smooth foreskin. The wet pink tip was barely visible as it tried to push its way out. Lil One raised his hands over his head now as he sucked in his taut tummy. Rupert was fixated by his belly button. It was pulled tight as his tummy writhed oh so wantonly.

Rupert's balls churned; it felt like little butterflies were flying around inside of them. But that was nothing compared to what he felt next. The Lil One leaned forward and touched the tip of his knob against the tip of Rupert's knob just as he pulled back his foreskin.

"Oh… oh my gracious!" cried the little English lad as Lil One's perfect pink glans blossomed before him.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" It felt like a red-hot poker had scorched him. Rupert gasped so loud that Lil One pulled away. A clear string of boy-goo conjoined them.

"SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!" the boys chanted in unison.

Rupert panicked. This was way more than his youthful mind could process. Here he was… naked… and randy… rubbing his horny dick against another naked boy's horny dick. With hundreds of other naked horny boys watching him! How could this be happening? He certainly wasn't… wasn't GAY!

"UUUUUUUGH! STOP IT!" he screamed. "STOP IT, ALL OF YOU!"

Amir and Salameh looked shocked and dismayed. Lil One stopped his erotic dancing and pulled back. The chanting boys all stopped as well.

What happened next was a complete blur for Rupert. He said something about stupid loincloth as he ripped the futile flaps from his waist chain and ran from the dinning hall. He ran and ran, blindly, through the maze of identical marble corridors. He was sobbing now as his hard boycock slapped against his bare tummy. It just seemed to get harder and hornier the more he ran.

At last he found Amir and Salameh's room. He wasn't sure how. He flung open the door and threw himself onto the bed, bawling his eyes out.

"I want my Daddy," he moaned. "I want to go home!"

"Waaaaa… boo hoo!" He wailed into his pillow as he rocked his body against the cool slipperiness of the satin sheets. "I want to leave this horrible place… I want to go home." His body quivered and quaked with emotion as wet tears stained the pillowcase.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" he bawled, but there was no one there to hear him. "Waaaaaaaaaa!"

Finally, as his energy gave out, he contented himself with quiet sobs interspersed with the occasional "I – want – my – Da-da." He rocked himself, as he often did, to self-sooth. It was comforting. But as he rocked, he noticed something. His dickie was still rock-hard. His pink knobby was big and swollen and smooth… oo, and so sensitive! It felt nice, so nice as it rubbed against the slippery smooth fabric of the bed sheets. The more he rubbed, the better his dickie felt. The better his dickie felt, the better he felt.

"Oh…. Oh gosh!" he cooed as his bare naked body writhed with ecstasy. "Oh, these sheets feel so… so nice on my skin!"

As he rubbed his hard little cocklet on the satin, that swirling and whirling sensation returned to his swollen peanuts. Oh how they ached… ached so nice! Yes, and his dickybird ached so nice too! As he rubbed it – back and forth and up and down – he had visions of sugarplums dancing in his head – or, more precisely, visions of Lil One's "sugarplums' dancing in his head. Oh, he was so fine! He was just so amazing in almost every way!

Just when he thought he couldn't stand it any more, he arched his back and propelled his hips downward. His rock-hard cocklet thrust into the soft bedcovers.

"Oh my gosh!" he panted. "I'm gonna squirt… yes I'm finally gonna squirt!"

He thrust his hand under his tummy and grasped his ultra-sensitive hard-on and began to stroke it with one hand while he rubbed his hypersensitive nuts with the other hand.

"Oh! Oh yes… yeeeeeeeeeessssssss!" He could feel it building, deep inside. Way down behind his balls. It felt like a tsunami was coming. Then…

SSSSSSPPPPPPPPRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

"Oh yeah… oh yeah… oh yeah… oh yeah…" he repeated over and over as his balls began to unload their burden.

A big shot of splooge splashed into the sheets. He could feel the dampness against his tummy. But that was just a prelude. He rolled over onto his back so he could watch the 'fireworks'.

SSSSSSPPPPPPPPRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

This time Rupert shot an even bigger stream of fresh boy cream. It popped several feet into the air before it splattered over his body like hot wax.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" he moaned.

SSSSSSPPPPPPPPRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

Another blast of hot jizz gushed into the air before splashing over his body and bed sheets. Where was all this stuff coming from? Although Rupert was no stranger to masturbation, he had never cum like this before… never!

"OOOOOAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" he groaned again.

SSSSSSPPPPPPPPRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

"Oh my dickie," he groaned. "It feels soooo good!"

OK, not so much splooge this time, but still. He couldn't believe he was still shooting. Why, only just this year had he started to shoot WET!

SSSSSSPPPPPPPPRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!

"Haaaaaaaaa…" he sighed. He felt so content… so sated.

He rolled over onto his side into the pool of warm jizm. He was exhausted, but still his hard lil penis continued to pulsate as clear viscous fluid shot from the tip.

SPPPRRRRIIIT!

"Haaaaaaaaa … yeah!" the little English lad sighed again as he wiped his cum covered hand off on the bed sheet and drifted off into a deep, deep sleep.

SPRIT!

Chapter 4

"Wake up sleepyhead."

"Yes Rupert, wakey, wakey. It's time to get up."

"Mmmmm… where am I?" asked the sleepy Honorable Rupert Fondle-Cox, Esquire as he stretched languidly on the luxurious bed silks. Bright sunlight streamed through the window making it difficult for the heavy-eyed boy to see.

"You are here… in Siwa… with Salameh and me," said the cheery young voice.

"Siwa?" he asked dumbly as he pulled the sheets up around his naked body. "Oh yes, Siwa."

Oh!

Now Rupert remembered. So it wasn't some crazy dream after all. It really did happen. Man-o-man did he have a bad case of 'morning wood'! He looked at the two darkly handsome boys sitting on the edge of his bed. Almost nude as before, they had only a little snippet of filmy white cloth covering their privates. In fact, Amir wasn't covered at all as he lounged on the bed. His stout little uncut cock lolled innocently on his thigh.

He brushed his hand against Rupert's bare arm. "We brought you some nice breakfast, Rupert."

"Yes, you overslept," added Salameh. "We've already eaten and we are late for work," he said as he flopped down on his tummy. The two domes of his bare tushy popped up into view. Velvety smooth and shiny, they were just about the two most perfect butt cheeks Rupert had ever seen… notwithstanding, of course, the fact that Rupert was a straight little boy and never thought about such things.

"Oh thank you," Rupert replied, earnestly. He was famished in spite of the feast he had digested the previous night. He munched on the warm bread and cold meats from the tray Amir had set before him. He was thirsty and took a good long drink of water.

Glug, glug, glug…

"Mmmmm… nice… so cold and sparkly," he panted.

"You still have a stiffy," noted Amir. It was a nonjudgmental comment.

Rupert was so wrapped up in his meal that he hadn't noticed that the sheets had fallen away from his hips. His pink 'morning wood' was poking straight up, plainly visible to the other two boys.

"Hmmm… yes," said Rupert testily as he quickly covered up. "Stupid thing gets stiff all the time now."

"That's all right Rupert," assured Amir. "Stiffies are nice. I love them."

"Yes Rupert, stiffies are so natural for boys," added Salameh. "Perhaps you will not have so many when you get more used to our ways."

"Yes, that is right," said Amir sounding disappointed. "Here, put on your clothes."

Rupert was still amazed at what passed for clothing here at Siwa. Amir gave him a clean loincloth… it was really nothing more than two 'postage stamp' sized squares of white filmy gauze. Each was no more than 8 or 9 centimeters [3½ inch]wide and only slightly longer – just about the right size to veil a prepubescent penis. Small hooks at the top corners attached the wispy material to his gold waist chain.

"Um… can you guys look the other way… uh, whilst I get dressed," asked the modest little English boy.

Amir and Salameh were puzzled by the request but happily obliged. Rupert pulled down the sheets. Jeesh, his dickie was rock hard and pointing straight up against his tummy. His rosy knoblet looked so shiny and smooth, he really wanted to stroke it, but knew better than to encourage it. What on earth was making him so damned horny?

"Um… I gotta go pee… real quick," he said as he slid off the bed and scooted down the hall. Amir and Salameh just smiled at each other, knowingly.

His erection pushed out the bottom of his loincloth flap as he hurried down to the bathroom. Luckily, no one was around to see him in this state of excitement. Apparently, everyone was at work.

Once in the water closet, Rupert managed to get his stubborn erection to point downward long enough to relieve his full bladder.

"Ooooooh… that's better."

He gave his penis a couple of shakes before placing it behind his 'curtain of modesty'. Humph… fat lotta good this thing is going to do me. The loincloth tented out ridiculously. He thought about masturbating to relieve his sexual frustration but realized he didn't have time. His two new roommates would get suspicious and probably come looking for him shortly. Anyway, the pee had helped; he wasn't quite as stiff as before.

"How do I look guys?" he asked as he returned to the bedchamber.

"Oh you look fine," Salameh lied. "Come. We must get to work."

They walked single file down the hall – first Salameh, then Rupert and finally Amir bringing up the rear. Rupert began to sing as he tramped along, stiffy waving back and forth like a Band Marshall's baton.

"Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work we go…" Amir and Salameh looked very puzzled. They didn't appreciate English humor so Rupert stopped singing.

"I hope we don't see anyone this morning," said Rupert as they exited the palace and made their way along the footpath

"Why?" asked Amir, whose eyes were firmly fixed on the English boy's milky white globes.

"Because of last night, in the dining hall," replied Rupert. "That was so embarrassing."

"Oh don't worry about that, Rupert," said Salameh. "We all get stage fright sometimes. I am sure all of this is a little strange and unfamiliar to you."

"Yes… a little," said Rupert in typical English understatement. "I guess I was a bit scared." He sneaked a squeeze of his penis. Finally it had softened a little, though it was still thick and rubbery… and very sensitive. But at least it wasn't poking up like a flagpole. Not like before.

"Scared of what?" asked Salameh. "The Lil One wouldn't hurt a flea."

"Yes, and he is so sexy," added Amir. "Don't you think?"

Yes, Rupert had to agree, he certainly was sexy. He was downright beautiful. And he made Rupert's body respond in such an unfamiliar way. That's what was troubling the English lad this morning.

"Well… um… it's just that… well, doing that kind of stuff back home is just," Rupert stammered. Oh well, he might as well just be out with it, "It's just GAY!"

Amir and Salameh giggled.

"Well of course it is gay, Rupert," said Salameh skipping about cheerfully. "We are all gay. We are filled with lightheartedness and merriment!"

"Yes, we are all happy and gay," added Amir. "Why wouldn't we be? It is just so beautiful here."

Man-o-man, thought Rupert. These guys are something else!

"No, not that kind of gay. The kind of gay where guys, boys I mean, do stuff… together."

"You mean like play sports?" asked Amir.

"NO!" shouted Rupert, now exasperated. "I mean like touching each others privates and stuff! You know, giving each other stiffies… that kind of stuff."

"Oh!" said Salameh and Amir at once. Then they went silent.

Finally, Amir spoke. "But Rupert, you like getting stiffies just as much as any other boy. Maybe even more. I don't understand."

"Yeah, but only in private," said Rupert the frustration rising in his voice. "I don't go running around with my stiff willy poking out for everyone to see… and touch!"

"Why not?" asked Salameh as he looked at the contradiction beginning to reassert itself between the English boy's thighs.

"Yes, why not Rupert?" repeated Amir. "It's much nicer with two. Or three."

"Or four," added Salameh.

Rupert was silenced. Apparently, this was a cultural gap too wide to be bridged. But he had to concede that maybe they did have a point. Maybe all this gayness hype back home was a little overblown. Maybe Rupert – and all the other little English boys – were missing out on something… something quite splendid and natural and pleasurable?

Speaking of overblown, a gust of desert wind blew up from behind the boys, sweeping up their little bits of loincloth.

Whoooa… that feels so good!" Rupert exclaimed.

"Ooooo yassss!" the Arab boys chimed.

It really did feel good, the breeze blowing across his naked body in the hot sun. He stopped, spread his legs apart and stretched languidly just as another gust came along. His lily-white buttocks jutted out like a fresh peach as he arched his back. They were so perky and firm; one could have settled a tray on the top of them. He ran his hands sensually down over his chest, pausing briefly to rub the nubbins of his diminutive pink nipples. He caught Amir lusting after him, licking the pointed tip of his tongue around his o-shaped mouth.

"Um… won't I get… um… get all sun burnt?" he asked coyly as his hands made their way down over the fine gold chain encircling his bare hips. "After all, I'm almost completely naked." For some reason he was feeling oh so sexy again. He felt new life rushing to his playful penis. In an instant it was poking up at a ninety-degree angle, pushing out against his flimsy apron. He had to admit that being naked like this sure felt nice. And he wasn't as concerned about being seen in a… well, excited state anymore.

"No, our waters will protect you," said Salameh as he unslung the canteen he was wearing and passed it to the fair English lad. "Here Rupert, drink. You do not want to dehydrate."

"Thanks a lot," said Rupert as he gladly received the offering. He had no idea how water could protect him from sunburn but he would never say no to a suggestion of delightful Siwa water. Once again the bubbling aqua swirled and whirled inside his tummy, making his little peanuts tickle inside. In his haste though he spilled some. It ran down his chest and stomach, and soaked his loincloth, forming a filmy translucent tent over his vertical pole. His tumescent knob flared furiously. Amir and Salameh eyes were fixated on it. Amir flicked his tongue over his lips hungrily. Rupert no longer felt awkward. In fact, he felt quite proud of his stout boyhood. If last night was any indication, he was bigger than most of the other boys. His dickie had a nice tingly feeling inside. He flexed it by squeezing his butt cheeks together, making it throb with excitement. He rubbed his thighs together, forcing his cock to stretch skyward.

"BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!"

The gassy water caused Rupert to burp violently. Everyone laughed uproariously at the hilarity of it all. That broke the ice – the sexual tension was gone.

"Come on, let's get to work," said Salameh.

At last they reached the outer fields where they would be working today. Luckily for Rupert, they met no one along their trek. They did see a few boys in the distance and they waved a hearty hello. Everyone was so darned friendly here.

"Well it's about time you lads got to work!" said a strange new voice.

"Oh man," Rupert complained. "I thought it would be just the three of us out here today!"

"Oh don't worry," said Amir. "It is just Omar and Jalal. They are ever so nice."

Yes, they were… Rupert had to admit that. Oh no, there go those gay thoughts again! Omar was the bigger of the two, although they were both big… as tall as Rupert and thickly built. No doubt the farm work had contributed to their advanced physical development. Omar's hair was longer than Amir and Salameh's, but was still short and curly in that handsome Arab kind of way. Jalal's hair was long, smooth and wet; it was pulled back into a ponytail, away from his sweaty face.

Rupert couldn't get over how awesomely sexy they look, with their muscled pre-teen bodies and their smooth bronzed skin. They were both bathed in sweat. Sweat trickled down their backs in small rivulets. Sweat trickled into their butt cracks. Sweat soaked their transparent loincloths, making them stick to their genitals like glue. Their firm vigorous boyhoods wobbled to and fro as they stepped forward to greet the new boy. No wonder they were sweating; it was steamy hot now with the sun well above the horizon. The sweat on their bodies was like icing on a cake.

"Rupert, we are so glad to finally meet you," said Omar with a great big grin as he shook the English boy's hand with his grimy mitt. Rupert watched his junk wobble back and forth from the vigorous handshake. "Jalal and I could not believe it when Salameh said you would be working with us!"

Then Jalal shook his hand. He said nothing but smiled shyly.

Rupert blushed. He was not used to his celebrity status here at Siwa. "Um… thanks guys. Everybody is so nice here at Siwa,"

"Of course," said Omar. "Siwa is beautiful. Siwa is Paradise. You are so lucky that you found us."

Rupert found his eyes traveling down to Omar's crotch and then across to Jalal's. Mmmmm, nice big boy cocks… and balls… big smooth swinging ones. He could see it all clearly through their translucent flaps. Why wear anything? Rupert thought, but kept that to himself. He noticed Omar and Jalal looking at the same place on him.

"Your cock is very handsome, Rupert," said Omar, as though he was talking about the weather. "That is a very fine erection you have. Very strong and firm."

"AAAAAAAAAH, GUYS!" Rupert moaned. "GET OFF IT!"

"Huh, what?" huffed Omar, not realizing his faux pas. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Rupert is not used to our ways yet, Omar," said Salameh, trying his best to brush things over. "He would prefer that we pay no heed to his stiffy."

"Oh!" Omar replied. He was clearly baffled. Why would any boy with such a big beautiful cock… and a stiff one at that… want it to be ignored?

"Here Rupert." Salameh changed the subject by handing a hoe to the English boy. "We will start by clearing out the weeds around the cabbage plants."

Rupert followed Salameh's lead and soon he was tending to the garden like a seasoned pro. He was amazed at how much there was to know. Which bugs to pick off the plants, which ones to leave on; how much water to spray, and whether it goes on top or by the roots. He never knew that if you trim off some branches, the plants grow bigger and stronger. It felt good, the cool black soil squirting up between his bare toes… getting his hands dirty. Rupert had never felt so close to nature, so close to life and so alive himself. It was truly an amazing experience!

That is not to say that it was all work and no play. Amir accidentally daubed mud on Rupert's ass, and then brushed it off with his fingers – just so he could watch the boy's delicious white globes jiggle like jelly. They had a good giggle over that. Rupert did the same to Salameh. Oh man, he felt so nice… Salameh's ass was so fine. He let his hand linger, cupping the smooth curve. Salameh didn't seem to mind. But the effect was electrifying for Rupert's dick. It trembled, got even harder and stood up more erect.

"Ouch!" yelled Omar. "You poked your pole in my hole!"

Jalal had accidentally pushed his hoe handle between Omar's muscular butt cheeks. Everybody fell about, laughing. It was so funny. The amusing thing was, the handle actually got stuck there. Omar was impaled on the end of Jalal's hoe!

"Oh keep that thing away from me!" yelled Rupert. "He-he-he-he-he!"

"Yes, I do not want to be picking slivers out of my butt hole – ha-ha-ha!" added Amir.

"Jalal, now your hoe smells bad."

"Yes, it smells like Omar's ass."

"Hey guys, my ass does not smell bad. It smells nice, like flowers."

Yes, dead flowers maybe – ha-ha-ha!"

Rupert was laughing so hard his sides ached. Laughing so hard made his cock grow soft… soft-er. Finally! He was afraid that erect might be his new normal. He would look funny back home in England with a perpetual stiffy poking up in the front of his trousers! It didn't seem to matter much here, though.

Rupert was having such a good time. The morning quickly melted away.

Chapter 5

"LUNCHTIME! LUNCHTIME!"

Two small boys of about five or six years of age came bounding across the field. Each carried a huge basket, almost as big as the boy. Each was also grinning from ear to ear – as though bringing lunch to the older boys was the most wonderful thing they could possibly do.

Rupert was thinking of something else they could possibly do. Oh no, there go those gay thoughts again!

"OOOOOOOMMMMMMMAAAARRRRRR!" One of the little cherubs dropped his basket and ran into the arms of the older boy.

Oh my gosh! thought the English boy. He's naked! Completely! Not a stitch on him – no loincloth – no waist chain – nothing but beautiful bare boy!

Omar scooped up the little cherub-boy and hugged him. The boy hugged him back. Rupert smiled to himself. How nice. How wonderful to be able to show such affection to your little friend. Rupert had younger friends back at boarding school but of course they could never show any affection. That would be the kiss of death.

Speaking of kisses…. the little boy was now kissing Omar… on the lips… hard… and with lots of tongue. Omar kissed him back just as passionately as he wormed his fingers into the cleft of the little boy's soft round bottom.

Why do all the boys here have such wonderful bottoms? wondered Rupert.

"I missed you Omar," said the petite cherub-boy as he wriggled his cute bottom in Omar's dirty hands. The fact that Omar was hot and sweaty and dirty mattered not a jot to his little friend.

"I missed you too my little angel," said Omar as he rubbed his nose against the little one's. Rupert went all gooey inside. Such unabashed affection! Rupert wasn't used to it. It was so un-English. It was so wonderful. He wondered if he could be so lucky to have a little friend like this?

He was so enraptured by these antics that he hadn't noticed Jalal and the other little boy. They were quietly snogging in a similar fashion. The other boy was not quite as cute but what he lacked in facial he made up for in body. Like Jalal, he was a quiet one. He whispered in Jalal's ear and Jalal whispered back. They were obviously very close. So close that Jalal was getting an erection.

Finally, thought Rupert. Somebody else is getting a woody besides me! Oh and look, Omar is getting one too! Wow, a biggie.

Yes, both of the brawny field hands were now sprouting thick firm erections. It took only a matter of seconds, but that is so normal for boys of that age. Rupert thought it was quite understandable that they should get so excited. Who wouldn't be with two dazzling little cupids climbing all over them… naked cupids, or is that redundant?

The little boys jumped down in unison. Oh my gosh, they're little cocklets were poking straight up too! The sweat of the older boys was smeared over their chests and torsos but they didn't care as they set about their work. Rupert watched fascinated as their little vertical wieners wobbled to and fro.

"Oh gosh, you boys are so darned cute," gushed Rupert, without really thinking. "I could eat you up for lunch!"

"Oh don't do that silly," answered Omar's boy. "Then who would bring you lunch tomorrow?"

Everyone laughed at his charming banter.

"What's your name?" asked Rupert. He was bewitched with boy lust, although he didn't yet know what that feeling was called.

"I am called Ashref, and this is my brother Khalil," said the delicious little boy.

"I am Rupert," said the English lad, proffering his hand.

"Of course," said the little nymph as he squeezed Rupert's fingers. "Everyone knows that."

Khalil dug into the baskets and passed each item to Ashref, who set everything up with military precision. After the mats were laid out on a grassy knoll in the shade, out came the food – loaves of bread, a pot of what smelled like soup, sliced meat, cheeses, bananas and other fruits. Rupert was amazed that so much could fit into two baskets, never mind that two such small boys could carry it all.

Next, the boys took out hot hand towels and proceeded to wash the hands and face of each of the dirty field boys. Rupert was first. He was delighted that Ashref asked to wash his face and hands. The little boy was grinning from ear to ear, as though tending to Rupert was the best thing in the whole wide world. Such enthusiasm was infectious and Rupert found himself beaming back. Ashref was so lovely. The English boy longed to scoop him up and cuddle him just as Omar had. But he knew that would be inappropriate. After all, he had only just met the lad.

When the boys had finished their work, they paused expectantly, hands clasped behind their back, cute little dickies pointing skyward.

"I suppose you want your reward now," teased Omar.

"Of course," answered Ashref. "You don't think we do all this work just because we love you, do you?"

"Yes," replied Omar and Jalal in unison, laughing heartily.

Ashref feigned a pout and pulled on his lower lip with his finger. Gosh', thought Rupert, he's just sooooo cute!

"Well, come here then," said Omar as he got down on his knees. Jalal followed him "Come and get your rewards."

Both little cherub boys stepped forward, grinning eagerly. Rupert could not believe what happened next. Omar took hold of Ashref's hips, bent over and plunged his mouth onto the little boy's upstanding dickie. Sucked his cock! Right there in front of everyone! Like it was the most normal thing in the world to do! And it wasn't just a little nibble or peck – it was a wet slurpy suck with lots of spit and suction!

Rupert was shocked and embarrassed. He didn't know where to look or what to do so he just stared – stared and smiled like Salameh and Amir were doing. A moment later Jalal was sucking Khalil with the same intensive wet slurpy sucks. Then he gave Khalil's dickie a vicious tongue bath. The boy was in heaven, as his groans and rock hard penis indicated.

Rupert's hard-on returned in an instant, with all the vigor and intensity of before. In fact, it began to throb as it bounced and twitched. He moved behind Salameh and Amir so they couldn't see him stroke his rigid tool. It really didn't matter though; Salameh and Amir were gently pulling on their boners too. Everyone was boned up like crazy!

Ashref and Khalil were now fucking the mouths of their big brothers. They bucked their hips and squeezed their contracting butt cheeks together as their diminutive boy cocks slid in and out of the kneading, pulling suction of the older boys. Omar began licking Ashref's balls. It was the most erotic thing Rupert had ever seen! He knew Ashref must be in heaven – his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back.

Then, as if Ashref couldn't get enough, he climbed over Omar's shoulders and pressed his body hard against the older boy's face. Omar understood the secret signal and stood up with Ashef's legs wrapped around his head. Ashref was making all kinds of rapturous noises. He continued to buck his hips vigorously, thrusting his hard little rod in and out of the older boy's eager mouth. Omar fondled the soft pliable buttocks of his willing little partner, worming his fingers up into the smooth cleft.

Not to be outdone, Khalil did the same thing with Jalal, climbed up onto his shoulders and fucked his face. Jalal for his part enjoyed tonguing the smaller boy's shiny pointed knob, polishing it, torturing it with soft wet licks. When he sucked Khalil's tiny balls the boy went crazy – moaning and groaning like he was in such pain – blissful pain.

"Hu – hu – hu," the little boys panted in unison. Then, "Oh – OH – OOHH!" Their little bodies twitched and jerked as they came in unison. The big boys continued to buff up their twitching dickies until they couldn't take any more. At last, fully sated, they withdrew their wet peckers and hugged the heads of their older lovers.

"Mmmmmuh… Mmmmmuh!" Each little boy gave his lover a kiss on the cheek before clambering down. They packed up their baskets in a hurry. All too soon the little boys were skipping their way across the fields back to the kitchens. Rupert watched them go. He was spellbound, awestruck, gob smacked… there weren't enough superlatives to describe how he felt. Khalil was simply gorgeous and Ashref… well words just failed to describe him. Rupert found himself staring at their bouncy little tushies until they had disappeared.

"Lovely, are they not?" asked Omar wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand.

"Uh-huh," Rupert answered absentmindedly. He turned and found Omar reclining on the mat staring off wistfully after Ashref. Rupert was startled to see that he had removed all his garments and was stretched out languorously nude, his ten centimeters [4 inch] of rock-hard cock pulsating against his thigh. Jalal had done the same thing. Both boys were munching their lunch completely naked… both boned to the max. It seemed to be the most normal thing for them.

Not to be outdone, Salameh and Amir stripped off and joined them. They too were fully erect – rock-hard actually. Amir's chub was poking straight out from his body. Rupert's cock twitched involuntarily. It had been hard most of the morning and now it was hard again. It was starting to hurt from being so hard… or at least his balls were.

"Come Rupert," said Jalal. It was the most he had said all morning. "Join us."

"Yes Rupert, take your clothes off and join us," said Amir. "Your body needs air and sunshine."

Rupert didn't know why his body needed any more sunshine. He had been virtually nude all morning. Why would taking off his loincloth make any difference? But, as he had already noted, it wasn't doing much good anyway… what with his boner poking up all morning. So he took off his loincloth… slowly… sensually. He was aware that every eye was focused on him. So when he bent over to place his loincloth on the mat, he made sure that his derriere poked up high in the air. He lingered in that position… longer than necessary but making sure that his mates got a good long look at his full ripe ass. Then he stretched, flexing the muscles of his young nubile body. His cock felt nice… long, hard and throbbing nice.

"Sit next to me Rupert," said Amir, as he scooted over a little, but not enough. Rupert squeezed in next to the sweaty, dirty food-smacking boy. His bare hips grazed against the other boy causing sparks to fly inside him. He detected the same response in Amir.

Rupert was hungry and tucked into his considerable lunch with gusto. There was no chance of starving to death at Siwa – that was for sure! As he ate he watched the other boys casually stroking their cocks. All four were fully erect now. Rupert felt a lot better about that. He didn't like being the only horny boy.

"Ashref always gets me so excited," said Omar as he pulled his foreskin over his slippery knob.

Although Omar was a big boy, Rupert was pleased to see that he had at least a centimeter or two on him. In fact, he seemed to have a centimeter or two (or three or four) [1-1½ inch] on all the boys here at Siwa. It was nice to be the big man on campus! He decided it would be OK to touch himself. After all, everyone else was doing it. Soon all five boys were blissfully stroking their stiff boy cocks.

"Can you pass me the olive oil?" asked Omar.

The big strapping farm hand took the bottle and dribbled some of the viscous liquid along the length of his stiffy. He rubbed it into his skin using long smooth strokes. Deciding that it wasn't enough, he dibbled some more oil onto his rigid tool before spreading it down over his big smooth low-hanging balls. His stiff cock and buffed balls gleamed like polished bronze!

"Phew, man, I am sooooo horny!" he breathed as his hips began to twist and writhe. "I think this is all your fault Rupert."

"Yes Rupert, we have watched your lovely stiffy all morning," added Salameh, as he polished his dickie with the olive oil. He fisted his cock, making his gleaming fireman's helmet pop in and out of his foreskin. The English boy stared as Salameh's other hand disappeared under his greased gonads. Soon his finger vanished into the crevice where those exquisite butt cheeks came together.

Jalal, true to character, said nothing as he stretched back… knees up… one hand behind his head… one hand noisily thumping his slick slender member. His loose ball sack swung back and forth slapping against his thighs.

Soon, there were manifold wet slapping sounds of slick phat phalluses being fapped.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Oh my goodness, Rupert!" said Amir as he watched the new boy oil up his cock like the others. His busy tongue ran around his full pink lips. "Your cock is so beautiful. I love how it has no skin on the end. I wish my cock could be like that! So… so truly exposed!"

"Sure Amir," said Salameh. "So you can beat off even more than you already do!"

Everyone laughed at Salameh's joke – everyone but Rupert. Amir smiled bashfully and blushed. But that didn't slow his wank. He bucked his hips into his fist as he squeezed his buttocks together rhythmically.

"It's called circumcised," said Rupert. "All English boys have it done when they are babies, so they have no say in it. Personally, I think it is barbaric. I would love to have my cock intact like yours, like nature intended."

"Maybe we can trade!" said Amir enthusiastically, as he pushed Rupert's hand off his long pink circumcised cock and replaced it with his own. Oh it felt so nice! His fingers massaged the English boy's engorged knob.

"OoooooohOOOOHHHHhhhhhh!"

Rupert let out a long guttural groan as his arms flew up in the air. His hard-on twitched and jerked in the Arab boy's hand. He'd never been touched… not by someone else… not down there… and certainly not when he was in such a state of sexual excitement. The feeling was excruciatingly awesome. His mouth dropped open as he savored the intensity of the contact. Somehow, his hand found its way to Amir's chubby knoblet. Ooooo… it felt so nice too… so silky… so warm and alive!

"Amir, stop that!" scolded Salameh. "You know we never touch without being invited. You know the rules."

"Sorry Rupert," said the smaller boy as he reluctantly released the now iron-hard dickie. "I should know better," he added as his eyes cast downwards shamefully.

"Me too," said Rupert. His cock craned skyward, yearning for the other boy's touch again. A little dribble of clear pre-cum trickled from its pee-pee hole. "I guess there is a lot I need to learn about Siwa."

"Guys, where is the urn?" asked Omar with a tinge of desperation. "I think I am going to cum."

"Yes. Me too," added Jalal. His cock was looking especially red and swollen.

All the Arab boys began searching frantically for something. For what, Rupert had no idea… some kind of bottle or container.

"Here it is!" shouted Salameh triumphantly. He held aloft a bulbous glass bottle with a long thin neck. It was the same kind of bottle as the one Rupert had seen on the boys' bedroom dresser the previous evening. He passed it immediately to Omar who thrust his swollen prick into the vessel's mouth.

"UH… UH… UH… OH… UH…"

Omar stood up and with knees bent began to hump the urn. Rupert watched enthralled as the big boy's thick white jizz blasted into the clear bowl of the urn. The force of the ejaculation startled him, as did the volume. Squirt after squirt of lovely boy cream gushed into the container. Rupert lost count of the volleys.

"Oh yeah… ahhhh… oh… yeah," Omar gasped as he coaxed out the last few drops from his sated balls.

"Hurry up," insisted Jalal. He was now standing too as he frantically fapped his sturdy stiffy. His helmet was reddish purple and looked like polished glass.

"Ohhh… Hah…. Ohhh… Hah… UUUUUUH!"

Jalal barely got the urn over his knob before he let go a gush of creamy splooge.

SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT…

Rupert found the scene quite extraordinary. And so did his cock. It was now so hard… harder than he'd ever been in his life. And that telltale swirling sensation was happening in his balls. He knew his time was coming… or should I say cumming… soon.

But not before Salameh had a go!

"Oh, please!" he cried out desperately as Jalal barely finished his exquisite ejaculation.

The urn was already half full when the tall handsome Arab boy inserted his upstanding stiffy and began spraying his hot boy seed.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!" he groaned as he closed his eyes in rapturous pleasure. "Oh… Oh man… oh… oh …" He clenched and released his glorious glute muscles with each spasm. Oh gosh, his ass was so lovely. Rupert wanted to caress and squeeze it so badly… but he hadn't been invited.

The English boy was struck by the different consistency of each boy's semen. Salameh shot long streams of almost clear goo into the urn. Omar's cum had been thick and creamy – like a milkshake, while Jalal's cum was thin and milky. Rupert wondered what each boy tasted like. Was it nice? It looked nice. He must be crazy… these thoughts he was having were so GAY!

Then it was Amir's turn.

"Um… Rupert… uh… Would you like to rub my nuts? Uh … I mean, if you don't mind… when I cum I mean."

Normally Rupert would have dismissed such a request with a loud guffaw, but poor Amir sounded so desperate and awkward. Rupert felt bad about the scolding he had just been given. After all it was only an innocent stroke of another boy's penis… um, erect penis.

"Sure, if you'd like me too," said Rupert without really thinking about it. He wouldn't have said yes if he didn't want to. So he must have wanted to. His brain was a little addled at the moment.

He reached out his hand tentatively. He wanted to be gentle. He knew how sensitive his own nuts could be. He stroked the bottom of Amir's smooth bald nut sack. Oh, it felt so nice… so hot and sweaty and nice. He placed the boy's precious pearls in his palm and squeezed them ever so gently.

"Oh yes… please," Amir closed his eyes and a shudder shook his body. The other boys watched with bated breath… or perhaps masturbated breath. He spread his legs to allow the English boy better access to all his treasures. Rupert positioned the precious jewels in his palm and caressed them ever so delicately as his fingertips explored that sensitive area behind them. He tickled the boy's smooth moist perineum making Amir squirm. "Oh yes… yes Rupert, right there!"

This was the most adventurous Rupert had ever been – sexually adventurous that is – and he was enjoying it! He was making Amir so excited! He could tell by the way Amir's thick stubby dickie stood up at attention… how his tumid little knoblet flared menacingly… how its pee hole gaped open like Rupert's. He wanted to intensify this adventure. He pushed his finger deeper, tickling Amir's tight ass crack.

"My goodness, you are a horny little boy Amir!" said Omar, expressing the group's sentiment. "And now you are making me horny again!"

"Yes…" Amir gasped. "Gonna cum… soon."

"Get the urn ready Salameh," Omar directed. "We cannot spill a drop!"

Rupert massaged Amir's nuts with his palm while his middle finger explored deeper into his crack. Mmmmmm… it was so humid there… and slippery smooth too. He remembered when His Lordship had touched him there… when he was doing his examination. He knew how nice it felt, especially when a finger went deep inside the… well, you know.

"Oh Rupert!" Amir cried out, as the English boy slipped his finger into his tight gripping sphincter.

Rupert was soooo getting off on this. His cock stood straight up, rigid, begging for attention. His nuts hurt so nicely. He knew his turn would cum soon enough. But rather than attend to his own needs, he concentrated on his young friend. He grasped the boy's inflated knob between the thumb and index finger of his free hand and began to wank it, all the while continuing with the ball massage and anal diddling with his other hand. Amir was so slippery with pre-cum.

"Oooh…. Haaaaaaa… Uuuh!" was all Amir could emit as he threw back his head and thrust out his burly chest. Rupert loved this power he had over the boy. He burrowed his finger deeper into the youngster's tight butt hole.

"UUUUUUHHAAAAAAHHHH!"

Amir's oversexed cock exploded, sending a ribbon of ejaculate skyward. Luckily Salameh lunged nimbly and caught it in the urn. He plunged the neck of the bottle over Amir's thrashing thingie just as it spewed forth another jet of joy juice.

SPURT, SPURT, SPURT, SPURT, SPURT, SPURT, SPURT, SPURT

"Huh… huh… huh… huh…" Amir panted as he experienced a rapturous orgasm of unprecedented proportion.

Rupert felt weak in the knees. He could feel Amir's balls pulsating in his palm; he could feel them pumping out his sweet jizm. Amir's sphincter pulsed around his fingertip – squeezing it, then relaxing – squeezing it, then relaxing. It made Rupert's head spin. He felt intoxicated. The only thing he could think to do was to continue polishing Amir's rosebud with his digit.

"Oooooh… oooooh, Rupert," Amir whimpered. He managed a couple more squirts into the bottle before removing his softening cock. "That feels so nice!"

"OK, Rupert's turn."

"Yes, hurry up Amir, we want to see Rupert squirt."

"Wow Brother, you came so nice, right there," said Salameh as he watched the slippery goo drip from Amir's sated cock. "I've never seen you cum so much. Master will be so pleased."

Finally, the urn got passed to Rupert. He was surprised that he was invited last – after all, don't guests come… I mean cum… first? The bowl was steamy hot – he never realized just how hot boy jizz really was. He was a little puzzled as to why each boy had to wait his turn to cum into the bottle.

"Um… guys… why don't we all just jerk off at the same time next time? I mean, I don't mind getting a little sperm on me," Rupert ventured, tentatively. "Man, you shoulda seen me last night… after Lil One's dance. I went back to my room and jerked off all over the place!"

The four Arab boys froze. You would have thought that Rupert had just told them that there wasn't a Santa Claus!

"Huh!" gasped Omar as he looked to Amir and Salameh. "Didn't you tell him?"

"Tell me what?" enquired the new boy.

"We didn't think to," said Salameh.

"Oh Salameh, we are such silly, silly boys!" cried Amir.

"You must have told him," said Jalal. "That is the first thing you tell any newcomer!"

"We didn't know," Amir and Salameh chimed at once. "We've never had a newcomer before."

"WHAT guys?" asked Rupert again. He was starting to get worried.

The four Arab boys went silent. Their faces were so somber. It was like someone had died.

Finally, Omar ventured an explanation: "We do not… cannot… spill our seed. It belongs to His Lordship."

"What?" Rupert asked incredulously. "You can't be serious? My sperms belong to Lord Fahim?"

"I am afraid we are very serious Rupert," Omar continued, as Amir and Salameh looked on contritely. "Our milk belongs to our Master. It is the least we can offer him in return for all he does for us."

"You mean I cum into this thing and it goes to Lord Fahim?" asked Rupert. The disbelief was plastered across his face. The Arab boys all nodded their heads yes. "And he drinks it?" They continued to nod. "Yuck!"

"It is true, Rupert," Jalal continued. "It is necessary for his survival – his Lordship and Prince Misha. Without it they would surely perish."

"And besides, they like it," Amir added.

Rupert shook his head. "I don't believe it!"

"It's true, dear Rupert," Salameh said finally. "Spilling your seed is a crime here. And the penalty is severe."

Rupert's beautiful stiffy began to wilt. "Severe?"

"Yes, severe… a public spanking… or perhaps worse."

"But how will they ever know?" asked Rupert as he remembered the large semen stain he left behind on the bedding. "Maybe they will never know? Maybe they will forgive me because I am new?"

"Maybe," they all chimed in together as they looked down at their feet and shuffled awkwardly. "Yes maybe."

Rupert knew they were just trying to make him feel better. He knew that his semen stain would be discovered. He knew that they would know it was his. His flaccid cock now drooped like an overcooked noodle.

"Oh, this is just awful!" Rupert quaked.

"Let's just not think about this and maybe it will go away," Salameh suggested. "Come, we need to get back to work."

"I am sure nothing will happen Rupert," said Amir hopefully. He put his arm around his new friend and gave him a comforting hug.

Rupert bit his lip to hold back his emotions. He picked up his hoe wearily. He wasn't sure about anything right now… except that his balls ached!

Chapter 6

"Oh dear," squeaked the little English boy as the two burly boy-guards dragged him off. "Salameh… Amir, Help! Please!"

"There is nothing we can do Rupert," cried Salameh. "You must face your punishment."

Rupert tried to keep up with the rough guards, but kept stumbling in his bare feet.

"Ouch! That hurt," he moaned. "Why are we going so fast?"

His feet weren't the only problem. The late afternoon desert wind kept blowing up under his loincloth making the modest little English boy almost naked – a condition he felt very uncomfortable about with his present company. He watched his stout wiener wobble to and fro in the hot sunshine. His burly guards watched it too – with a smirk on their faces. As much a he wanted to cover himself, he couldn't as long as his captors held a firm grip on his wrists.

Finally they arrived at the dusty quadrangle at the back of the palace. This was where the kitchen opened up onto the outdoor prep area. Already a crowd was starting to mass. Word traveled quickly. The new boy was about to be punished. There was a lot of pushing and shoving as the boys positioned themselves for the best view.

A heavy wooden frame, perhaps two meters wide and three meters [7x10 ft.] tall was positioned in the center of the quadrangle. Built of thick wooden timber, it filled Rupert with dread. He shuddered and trembled even in this oppressive heat.

"What are you going to do? You're not going to … Oh no… No!"

Rupert struggled as the guards bound his wrists with rope… first the right, then the left…. before feeding the ropes through pulleys at the top corners of the wooden frame. They yanked hard, hoisting the little English lad up so that he was almost dangling. His tippy toes barely touched the ground. His wrists burned as the ropes dug into his tender skin.

"Oh… Oh this so uncomfortable," he moaned.

Little did he know; things were about to get a lot more uncomfortable!

The guards grabbed his ankles and bound them with rope in a similar fashion to his wrists. Then they spread his legs wide apart and tied his ankles to turnbuckles at the base of the wood frame.

"Oh no! Stop it! My Daddy will have your heads for doing this!" It was no use. The boy-guards just ignored his threats. He was completely helpless and vulnerable… and he knew it.

At first he hadn't realized how vulnerable he was, but when he looked down he saw that his stained loincloth was askew. It had shifted to the right during his struggle. His left nut and the edge of his slightly aroused penis were exposed for all to see. He tried squeezing his thighs together to cover himself but his legs were spread too wide. He tried to twist his hips but that only made things worse.

"Oh no, now my knobby is poking out! Ohhhhhh…" he whimpered.

He could only imagine what he must look like, strung up here almost naked with only a small square of damp gauzy linen covering his little boy things. His nude body was bathed in sweat and mixed with grime from a day of hard work. His arms were pulled up high revealing his smooth bare armpits. His chest was stretched taut, sharply defining his ribcage and the smooth concave of tummy below. Little rivulets of sweat streamed down over the whiteness of his smooth flawless skin. His beautiful golden hair was grubby and matted.

At least they could have let me shower and wash my hair so I look nice, he thought to himself.

Rupert felt a stirring. Hmmm… it was down there… you know… down in those nether regions. How strange he thought. He felt vaguely excited… and more than a little sexy. Was it because he was the object of everyone's attention? Was it because everyone was staring at him… staring at his boy things?

"Oh no, not here… not now," he moaned. The last thing he wanted to do was pop a stiffy… right here… right now in front of everyone!

At that moment, Lord Fahim emerged from inside the palace. It was a welcome distraction. Oh, he was looking cool and fine… as always. He was wearing his whites; it seemed to be his custom… his uniform. Tight white riding pants were tucked into gleaming black boots that stretched halfway up his calves. Rupert admired how they clung to his muscular form, especially across his surging butt. His narrow waist was embellished with a thick black leather belt with a shiny silver buckle. His starched white shirt was open in the front showing a broad expanse of hairy chest. This excited the young English lad. He didn't know why. Perhaps it reminded him of his Daddy.

Prince Misha followed behind him, looking menacing. He was stripped for work. Unlike yesterday, he wore only his black leather codpiece, held in place by a thin black leather strap around his waist. Other than that and his sandals, he was completely naked. Man-o-man, he had muscles on his muscles. His skin was lightly oiled, or perhaps it was just sweat, which only enhanced his muscular definition. His codpiece was stretched to the max, just like before. Rupert could only imagine the size of his manhood. It must be huge! Quickly, he dismissed those gay thoughts from his mind.

Prince Misha unfurled a scroll of paper and began to read:

"We are assembled here today to witness the punishment of young Rupert of England. His crime is that he did unlawfully and carelessly spill his boy seed on the evening of the last day past. His punishment shall be forty strokes of the wooden paddle."

Rupert closed his eyes and cringed. Forty whacks with a paddle! That's crazy… that's barbaric! When he opened them again, Prince Misha was standing before him. He was inspecting his newest victim like a spider might do to his prey just before devouring it. He tapped a wooden paddle against his palm the way Rupert's headmaster used to. Funny, but it looked almost the same as the paddle old Headmaster Hittinbottom used to use. At least Prince Misha wasn't as ugly as old Hittinbottom… and his breath probably smelled better too.

"Turn him around!" Prince Misha commanded.

The two boy-guards wheeled the wooden frame around so that Rupert was now facing the wall and his back was facing the crowd.

"Oh no, now everybody is gonna see my tushy getting walloped," he moaned. "My bare-naked tushy. How humiliating!"

SMACK!

The first whack came down hard on Rupert's bare buttocks. He jumped more than a little as the stroke of the paddle took him by surprise. He had been caught completely off-guard.

"Yikes!" he cried out. His bum was stinging as tears danced in his eyes. How on earth would he get through thirty-nine more of those?

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Prince Misha began spanking first the left cheek and then the right, as he moved back and forth. Rupert's lilly white globes jiggled with every solid smack. The splattering sound of hard wood meeting soft pliable flesh resounded across the courtyard. The boy was whimpering and moaning loudly. His butt cheeks stung like crazy. After the fifth wallop, the Prince paused.

"Remove his vestments," Prince Misha commanded.

"What? Oh no!" Rupert cried. "Don't do that! Please, I beg of you!" There was plaintive desperation in his voice. But it was of no use. The guards began to strip Rupert naked. Starting at the back, they very slowly and deliberately, almost seductively removed his loincloth. "Oh please don't!"

"Shut up little white boy!" snarled one of the guards. "That pretty white ass is going to get what it deserves!" The venom in his voice took Rupert by surprise. Up until now everyone at Siwa had been so nice, too nice. Well, except maybe Prince Misha. He hadn't been very nice at all.

Rupert felt a cooling breeze waft over his hot bottom. Despite his predicament, it felt nice as it played over his bare skin and up between his damp cleft. The guards moved around to remove his front panel, first one corner and then other, leaving only his gold fealty chain. The process was very slow and sensual as before. He was concerned about the furtive touches and nudges that his dickie was receiving. The last thing he needed was any kind of stimulus down there!

"Oooooooo…" went the crowd of boys as the guards stepped back. There was Rupert – dangling on the rack in all his naked glory. He wanted so much to cover himself but it was no use. His arms and legs were stretched wide apart. All he succeeded in doing was making his body writhe erotically against his bindings. What a spectacle he must have been! Already, some of the boys were rubbing themselves under their loincloths.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

As Prince Misha continued the punishment, Rupert's firm ripe boy-ass quivered and shook with each stroke. Everyone watched as the boy's bulbous buttocks turned redder and redder. The little English lad was squirming uncontrollably now. His body writhed against the unyielding shackles binding wrists and ankles. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks, as he was about to beg for mercy. His heavy semen-filled nuts swung back and forth as he wriggled his bubble-licious butt in response to the discipline. Oh golly, why hadn't he cum earlier in the day when he had the chance? Now his peanuts were aching with an unfamiliar misery he would later learn was called BLUE BALLS.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh!… Oh my!" he squeaked through tears. He felt a mixture of emotions – pain, yes and shame too but also something else. Hmmm… what was it… pleasure… lust? Yes. As much as it hurt, there was also a distinct pleasure to this excruciating experience. He was all mixed up, that was for sure. He arched his back and pushed out his tender tushy provocatively… pushed it towards the crowd of boys and wiggled it, as though to say, "Look at my hot, sexy lil tushy. Wouldn't you like to touch it… kiss it… lick it?"

Suddenly, Prince Misha stopped the punishment.

Rupert couldn't see what he was doing but he felt a gentle hand on his hot heinie. A manly hand. It caressed first one cheek and then the other before lifting his bubble butt upwards and letting it drop. Rupert could feel its springiness as it bounced. He didn't like his bum being played with, as though it was some kind rubber ball, but it was definitely having an affect on him.

Whew… that feels kinda sexy, he thought to himself as his gonads continued to stir.

The boy felt his ass cheeks being parted and then a thick manly middle finger began to tease his coral-pink bum hole. He gasped and eagerly shoved his bubble butt back onto the Prince's probing fingertip. Slowly the finger disappeared, first one knuckle, then two and then all the way in. "Uh!" Rupert grunted. As much as he tried, he couldn't ignore the feelings deep inside of him. Nice sexy feelings, especially that particularly sensitive spot deep inside. As the Prince pushed his finger in even farther, Rupert began to ride it. He could not believe how much he was enjoying this, especially with hundreds of boys watching. Yes, his bum hurt, but not so much now. He was feeling dizzy with ecstasy as the buff Prince finger-popped his virgin boy-pussy… just like His Lordship had done yesterday.

"Oh my goodness!" he squeaked. Suddenly, he felt something even more intense. "Oh no!"

There was no mistaking it now. He was getting yet another boner! He could feel all his energy flooding towards his swelling member. He knew it would be standing at full attention in only a matter of seconds. Oh yes, he was feeling horny all right… so horny. He looked down and watched it rise in short, sharp jerks until it stood up firm and stiff and proud, as if to say: "Look at me everybody!" Luckily he was facing the kitchen wall.

The Prince smirked. He was pleased with what he had done. He withdrew his finger from Rupert's hot slippery bum hole and grabbed the boy's straining stiffy.

"So young Rupert of England… your mouth defies your punishment… and yet your body unmistakably takes pleasure in it!" His muscled tormentor spat out the words derisively as he took hold of the young boy's erection. Rough fingers slid up and down the upright shaft creating sensations in Rupert that he had only recently experienced.

"Uuuuh!"

That was all Rupert could utter. He was overwhelmed. These lustful sensations were new to him. His boner got even harder… if that was possible… until it ached with a most pleasurable kind of pain. His peanuts roiled and swirled so delightfully as the buff muscle-boy played with them. The Prince continued his stimulation until he was quite pleased with his results. Then he released his victim.

Rupert looked down. His gleaming cocklet was staring right back at him, its mouth gaping open at him and drooling some kind of strange clear gooey liquid. He had never been so hard… so over-sexed. His heart pounded. He felt giddy and light-headed.

"Turn him around!" Prince Misha commanded as he rubbed his ample pouch.

"Ohhhh…Noooo," the boy complained.

The two boy-guards wheeled around the wooden frame so that the nude Rupert… the nude and wildly-erect Rupert… was now facing the crowd.

"Woohoo!" a boy whooped. "Look at the white boy's big boner!"

"O man! He's so pretty!" another teased.

"He likes his punishment," shouted another. "His dickie wants to squirt!"

The crowd of boys all laughed. Rupert was certain his cheeks were as scarlet as his ass. Everybody was staring at him. Even Amir and Salameh were there… perched on their knees in the front row. And Omar and Jalal were there too, although his friends remained respectfully quiet amongst the din of unruly youth. Rupert gulped. His cock twitched.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK!

"Whoooah!"

Rupert was unprepared for that. With each stinging crack over his hot ass, his boy cock would spring up, twitching and spasming until a long string of gooey pre-cum dangled from his knoblet. His ass didn't like the beating he was getting but his cock sure did. Oh how it wanted sexual release! If only his hands weren't bound like this, he could grab it and jerk off… and he would have… even in front of this crowd of boys. That's how horny he was. He began to buck his hips in a very lewd and lascivious manner…. like he was fucking the air in front of him.

"Ooooo… Yassss… That feels better… Oh my poor dickie… it's sooooo…"

He looked down at the poor thing. It had swollen to alarming proportions…well, alarming for a little twelve-year-old boy. The distended knob had puffed up until it was smooth and shiny and red. His perpendicular shaft was so hard and long… maybe even ten centimeters [4 inch] long! Longer and bigger than it had ever been in his short life!

"You like your punishment now. Don't you?" asked the Prince as he took a break from his strenuous work. As he passed in front of the rampant boy, Rupert was shocked. His leather codpiece had stretched even more than before. It looked like there was a snake entrapped in there… a frikin' anaconda! Prince Misha squeezed the lump of bulging man-sex unabashedly.

"Oh yeah," Rupert moaned as he clenched his butt cheeks and rocked his hips. His pink tongue rolled around his pouty lips. "Yeah, I do."

"Show me some respect you impudent young Englishman!" snarled the Prince. "And maybe I'll show you some of this sometime." His glance traveled down to the leather-encased salami he was caressing. Rupert couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Yes Sir," said Rupert through swollen eyes. All this felt like a dream. It couldn't possibly be happening. Despite his tormented buttocks, it was the wettest wet dream he could ever imagine! "I'm sorry Sir. I have been a naughty boy and I deserve my punishment."

The Prince pulled down sadistically on the boy's rock-hard cock and let spring up like a catapult.

"Huh… Oh!" Rupert groaned. He almost came… right there in public… the final humiliation for a noble-born boy.

"UUUUUH!"

Somehow he managed to stave off the impending orgasm as his dickie twitched and quivered. Another glob of stringy pre-cum oozed from his knoblet.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT! SMACK!

"OW! Please stop it!" Rupert wailed as the Prince commenced yet again. Tears streamed down his face. He wept without shame.

But now he was more concerned about cumming in public – in front of all these boys, than he was about the pain on his butt. He was a mix of emotions. While his butt cheeks burned with pain and he wanted it to stop, at the same time he was so aroused and excited that his lil' cocklet trickled a constant stream of pre-cum. He pushed his handsome heinie out towards the Prince, feeling his ass cheeks spread apart and knowing full well that his tormentor would be feasting on his not-so-hidden boy treasures. He wondered what such a view was doing to that coiled anaconda.

Just the thought of Prince Misha lusting on his pretty boy things sent a rush through his tight sexy body.

"Oh… oh… oh… oh my!" He gasped and moaned. He knew what was coming. He knew there was no point in trying to stop it. "Oh… oh I'm… I'm gonna… I'm gonna CUM!"

CRACK! SMACK! SMACK! SPLAT!

"Forty!" the Prince called out triumphantly, as though it was his body – his tender tushy – that had endured this horrendous ordeal. Turning to his Lordship, he stated simply, "Your sentence has been carried out Your Lordship."

"OOH!… OOOOOH!… HAAAA!"

The Prince's words were drowned out by the sound of the young English boy in rapture! Rupert closed his eyes, squeezed his butt cheeks together and held his breath. Somehow he thought that would be enough to stave off the unavoidable.

It wasn't.

His body went rigid. Every muscle in his body tensed – but none more tense than his little love muscle. His cocket was so hard he could have pounded nails with it – not that he would want to do such a silly thing. Every eye in Siwa was trained like a laser on the hapless oversexed foreigner.

Then it happened.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!…" Rupert moaned a low guttural, animal-like moan.

SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!

A huge load of hot boy cream jettisoned from his vertical cannon. It shot over his head before arching towards the dusty ground.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…" the awed crowd of boys cooed in appreciation.

"Quick! Someone get a collector!"" the Prince shouted. "We must not waste this precious nectar!" The boy-guards scurried around like mice, looking for something to catch Rupert's semen in.

Rupert was impressed. He had never cum that much in a single squirt – not even last night when the Lil One had given him such a throbbing hard-on. He wondered if he could do better.

SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!

"Wow! Look at all that cum!" a boy shouted from the gallery.

It was true. The second squirt was even more impressive than the first! The boy-guards, vessels in hand, scurried around to catch it and almost bumped into each other. Rupert wanted to laugh through his tears.

SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!

"Oh my balls… that feels so good," Rupert sighed with sexual bliss. The third volley topped the first two. Where was all this splooge coming from? No wonder his balls hurt so much!

SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!

SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!

SPUUUUUUUUUURT!

By the sixth fling, the volume was declining exponentially. Well, was it any wonder? The poor boy was only twelve… just twelve. And this had been a man-sized orgasm!

SPUUUUUURT!

Seven squirts. Would his little sex hose ever dry up? What a sensational hands-free display! The frenzied crowd of sexed-up pre-teens were whooping and hollering their appreciation and admiration.

Rupert had lost count by the time his drooling tool had stopped its orgiastic convulsions. He was totally sated – totally drained.

The cum-filled vessel was offered up to His Lordship, who drank it down with gusto – as though he were quaffing a cold beer. He licked the milk-mustache from his upper lip.

The boy-guards cut Rupert down from the rack and carried him away… exhausted.

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Chapter 7

Rupert didn't think his tears would ever end. He cried as they dragged him back from the quadrangle. He cried as they threw him into the shower. He cried as he picked up his weary body and tried to clean himself up. He cried as he bathed his ever-so-tender tushy. He cried even more then!

"Mwaaaa… bwaaaa," he moaned. "I… want… my… Da-da… I… want… my… Da-da…" he choked out as he bawled. He took a long drink of cold bubbly Siwa water. That made him feel a little better.

Finally, he made his way back to his room – Salameh and Amir's room really – and threw himself onto the big round bed where he continued to feel sorry for himself. He sobbed as he thought about how thoroughly humiliated he had been made to feel. Stripped naked and spanked… in public… in front of all those boys! And then, getting a boner and squirting his jizz all over the place! His humiliation was now complete. He would never ever be able to show his face in Siwa again! He might just as well kill himself now. Or… maybe somehow plot an escape. He missed his Daddy so much. He knew how much he must be worrying.

Rupert was so wrapped up in his misery that he didn't see or hear the little boy steal into his room. It was only when he felt something cold on his hot bottom that he realized he was not alone.

"GO AWAY!" he shouted.

But the hand with the cooling lotion did not go away. It persisted.

"I SAID GO AWAY!" he shouted again as he swatted at the hand.

It was then that he caught sight of Amir, placidly stroking the red welts on his behind. "Oh," he said, quietly. "It's you."

Amir just smiled his cheery little smile and said nothing as he tended to his friend's tender tushy. Mmmmm… the cool lotion felt nice on his burning hot heinie. Amir had a way with his hands. He knew how to apply just the right amount of pressure to ease the pain without inflaming the tissue. He poured on lots of the cooling liquid and then rubbed it in, kneading the English boy's ample ass like bread dough.

"Uhhhhh…" Rupert groaned. "That feels nice."

The trained fingers traveled up his spine and over his shoulders. His whole body ached and Amir was making it feel so much better. The fingers worked their way into the tight knots of his muscles. They did the same thing to his legs before returning to his abundant bottom.

"Ooooooooh Amir," he cooed. "That feels soooooo gooooood."

Rupert had no idea how sexy he looked lying on his stomach, his shiny smooth bubble butt sticking up in the air, naked as the day he was born. He had no idea how hard he was making Amir's cock, making it ready to explode. He thrust his magnificent mounds up towards the Arab boy, as though he was offering them as a present – a present Amir was more than willing to accept. The Arab boy massaged those spongy orbs, over and over. He couldn't get enough of them. His purpose right now was to make his friend feel better, but he had no idea how far he had overshot his mark.

"Ooooooooh Amir," Rupert cooed again. "You're makin me feel soooooo gooooood."

The English lad rolled over to face his friend, maybe the only friend he had right now. He rubbed his teary eyes with the palms of his hands, and then wiped his runny nose on his forearm. It wasn't very gentlemanly behavior for a young English gentleman, but Rupert just wasn't feeling gentlemanly at the moment. He wasn't sure what he was feeling. He looked into Amir's eyes – sunny, happy eyes – and then he gazed down the handsome Arab lad's body to his upstanding dickie, before returning to the boy's eyes. Finally, he smiled. Amir smiled back – that unrestrained, wonderful smile he had that could light up a room.

He giggled. Amir giggled back. Then they broke off into complete unrestrained boyish laughter.

"Lie back Silly," said Amir while gently pushing his friend's shoulders. "I am here to take care of you."

Rupert glanced again at Amir's erect penis. It was straining upwards towards him. He was a little bit nervous about what 'I am here to take care of you' meant, but he obliged the boy by lying back against the cool sheets and fluffy pillows.

Amir poured some of the fresh liquid into his hands and began to massage the front side of the young English boy, just like he had on the backside.

"Mmmmm… what is that stuff," Rupert purred as Amir worked his magic. "It feels so nice and cool. And your fingers feel wonderful."

"It is oil of Aloe, from the Aloe Vera plant," answered Amir. "It has excellent healing properties."

"I'll say," said Rupert as he snuggled back for the ride. "Heal away, my friend."

Amir smiled that megawatt smile of his. "It gladdens my heart to hear you call me that, Rupert."

He had just finished with the tight cords in Rupert's neck and was making his way down his shoulders.

"Call you what?" Rupert asked.

"Friend."

"Well, you are my friend," explained Rupert. "You and Salameh may be the only friends I have here. My best friends in the whole world."

Amir smiled again but remained silent as he continued his labor of love, polishing Rupert's fair skin until it gleamed like polished alabaster. He had finished with the boy's torso and arms and legs, and was about to start in on the last bit of untouched skin – Rupert's bald genitals. He poured some oil onto the flaccid penis and let it trickle down between his legs into his butt crack.

"Whew!" Rupert gasped. "That's cold!"

"Shall I stop then?" asked Amir as he knitted his worried brow.

"Oh no, please don't," coaxed the now very relaxed English boy. A day or two ago he wouldn't have dreamt of allowing another boy such intimacy. But now – after all that had happened – it seemed quite acceptable, quite normal.

"Oh Amir," he cooed. "That feels really good."

He closed his eyes as his cute little companion tickled his tight scrotum. Amir played with his peanuts, knowing just the right amount of pressure to apply without hurting them. With his other hand, he began to massage his penis. He used long fluid strokes up the shaft before completing the motion by swirling his fingers around Rupert's circumcised knob.

"Oh boy!" Rupert enthused. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I do it to Salameh all the time," said the smiley Arab boy. "He loves it too."

Rupert's eyes shot open. "Really?" Until this moment he never thought about Amir and Salameh as lovers. He was naïve in so many respects, despite his worldliness. Brothers? Lovers? Rupert was so confused. "So you guys, like, fool around?"

"By fool around I assume you mean make love? Of course, Rupert. We live together. We help each other. We ease each other's frustration. We are brothers."

Now Rupert really was confused. "But it's not right for brothers to make love. That's incest."

He also knew it wasn't right for boys to do what he and Amir were doing right now – that's gay! But, he preferred to let that subject slide for the moment. He was enjoying his erotic massage too much.

"We are not brothers in the sense that you might know, Rupert," Amir explained patiently, while he slowly restored life to the English lad's spent dickie. "We do not have the same mother and father. We are brothers in the best sense. We choose to be brothers."

The cogs in Rupert's tired brain were spinning around, trying to make sense of this new strange place called Siwa. So Salameh and Amir lived together, took care of each other, looked after each other's sexual needs…

"OHHHHH!" Rupert sat up as he had a eureka moment. "So you and Salameh are like married!"

Amir started to laugh. "Of course not Silly! Boys cannot be married to boys!" He pushed Rupert back into the pillows again. "Close your eyes and relax. You will really like this."

Rupert did as he was told. In a moment he felt the most delightful tickling sensation – on his right breast. It was his nipple actually.

"Oooo… Amir!" His eyes shot open.

Amir was busy tickling Rupert's sensitive pink nipple with a feather. In an instant his dome-shaped areola contracted as his nipple went rigid, as if it had been plunged into cold water. Rupert moaned and groaned with pleasure. The little Arab boy teased first one and then the other of his oh-so-sensitive nipples.

"Look what you're doing to my nippies, Amir!"

His pleasure-giver just beamed, as he went back and forth between Rupert's responsive nipples. When they were standing up like erect little soldiers, when Rupert could hardly take any more, Amir relented and moved on. He tickled the young lad's torso, making him draw in his tummy muscles and stretch his ribcage. Of course, Rupert had no idea how sexy he looked, how horny he was making his new best mate.

Rupert started to giggle. "That tickles." He raised his arms over his head and stretched, pulling his belly button into a long, drawn-out O. Amir tickled his smooth armpits. Oo that tickles so much! But it didn't tickle nearly as much as when Amir began to torment that elongated navel. Oh my golly! Rupert never knew he was so sensitive there. That was followed by some more light kisses and a tongue bath.

But Amir was anxious to move on… lower.

He began to tickle the bottom of Rupert's scrotum with the feather, causing the tight crinkled skin to relax, and Rupert's balls to rise and fall within their protective sack.

"Oh… Oh my gosh!"

Rupert didn't know anything could feel so good until Amir lifted his nuts and ticked just beneath them.

Oo… oo-la-la, Amir!" Rupert gasped. "That feels so good." He spread his legs wider, hoping that the feather might explore deeper. It didn't.

By now Rupert was fully erect. He didn't think it could be possible – not so soon after his explosive display on the quadrangle an hour earlier. But there it was – bobbing against his tummy. Amir smiled, satisfied, as he began to tickle Rupert's long, hard boyhood

"Oh gosh," Rupert gushed. "You really know how to make a boy feel good Amir!"

Up and down his shaft went the busy little feather. All of Rupert's pleasure sensors were turned to the ON position. He had never felt such pleasure. His little cocklet bobbed in appreciation. He wanted this experience to last a long, long time.

"Oh yeah… yeah. Just like that Amir. Oh I love it!"

Amir began to stroke the engorged knob. It was already pink and shiny. Rupert rocked his hips in response. He was so, so horny… again. Around and around went the feather until the English lad couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh my gosh, Amir!" he screamed. "You're driving me crazy!"

"Oh, I am so sorry." Amir stopped abruptly. "I thought you liked it."

"I do. I love it. It's just too much. You're just too good."

Amir grinned as he paused for a moment to allow Rupert to catch his breath. He watched the over-sexed boy's cocklet twitch and jerk with sexual delight. A little drop of pre-cum formed at its eyelet.

"What's that?" asked Amir.

"It's my dickie dew," replied Rupert, referring to his pre-cum.

"May I taste it?"

"Sure, if you want to."

Amir dabbed at the nectar that had formed at the pinnacle of Rupert's penis. A gooey string conjoined his lips to his friend's cock after he brought his fingers up to his mouth.

"Mmmmmmmm… tastes nice," is all Amir said before plunging his mouth over Rupert's cock and devouring it.

"OH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!" screamed a startled and overwhelmed Rupert. "Oh, what are you doing?"

Rupert knew full well what Amir was doing. He wasn't that naïve.

"Oh yeah… please… oh suck it… yeah!"

Rupert loved the wet spongy softness of Amir's warm mouth. His lips felt so good as they slid up and down the hard shaft. And that tongue, that wild flicking tongue on his knob. It was almost more than he could take. Rupert closed his eyes and clutched the pillow behind his head as he rocked his hips in blissful ecstasy.

"OOOOO…. UUUUH…OOOOO… yeah… yeah!"

His wet cock felt cold as it wavered in the evening air. Amir was giving his tired jaw a rest as he began suckling and nibbling on Rupert's loose pink nut sack.

"Ahhhh yeah… that feels so good… yeah!"

Amir was obviously very aroused by what he was doing. Little gasps and grunts emanated from his throat as he filled his mouth once again with the English boy's cock. Rupert could feel the vibrations resonating along his stiffy. He glanced to his side where Amir was kneeling. The youngster's small tense erection strained upwards looking for attention. It looked delicious. Without really thinking about the momentous step he was about to take, Rupert dove onto the upstanding pricklet.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…"

Rupert felt the young boy's cock slide between his wet lips. He felt the hot knob glide over his tongue. He made sure his teeth were nowhere near the tender meat. Instinctively, he lathered Amir up with lots of spit as he glided up and down the diminutive sex rod.

"Oh Rupert yassss… ahhhh!" Amir gasped as he came up for breath.

The beautiful Arab boy positioned himself over his new lover and began to fuck the wet willing mouth, slowly at first and then with unrestrained vigor. Rupert did the same, however, being on the bottom, he found he didn't have quite the same leverage.

"MMMMPHT…. YUMPH… MMMMM… UUUUMMM… MMMMMMMMPHT…"

Animal-like noises emanated from the two rapturous lads as they lost themselves in their lovemaking. Rupert didn't know about Amir, but he for one had never felt such pleasure, such bliss. How could he have missed out on this for so long? The sensation of the other boy's hard cock slipping in and out of his mouth was only exceeded by the sensation of his own hard cock slipping in and out of his friend's mouth.

"Oh Amir, I love this!" he cooed as he came up for air.

"You mean you have never done this before?" asked the amazed Arab boy.

"No never," said the English lad. He paused, "English boys don't suck dick, you know."

"Yes they do, my friend," replied Amir. "They just forgot to tell you."

"Yeah right," said Rupert sarcastically, before returning his mouth to the hot little hard-on pointing at his face.

It wasn't long before Rupert felt that familiar tingling in his balls. By now his cock was so hard and sensitive, he knew he couldn't last much longer. By the wild noises coming from Amir's mouth and vibrating up Rupert's cock, he knew his dark, handsome friend would be coming soon too.

"MMMMMMMPHT……. MMMMMMMPHT…"

There was urgency in Amir's moaning!

Then suddenly, Rupert felt hot, slippery fluid shoot into his mouth. He barely swallowed it before it was followed by another shot, and then another. The pure velocity of the squirt surprised the young neophyte. Undeterred, he was determined to swallow every last drop. It tasted so nice, like nothing he had ever tasted before. And he smacked up every drop.

By now he was so horny he couldn't hold back any longer. MMMMMMM…. He let out a long low groan before letting down the floodgates. Hot semen blasted up from his depths and filled Amir's mouth with such ferocity that it surprised even him. He was still smacking on Amir's softening, twitching cock when another wave of orgasm consumed him. MMMMMMMM… he moaned through compressed lips. Another blast of splooge cascaded into his little friend's hungry mouth. Somehow Amir gulped it down without protest. He didn't spill a drop.

SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT…

"Oh my gosh Amir," gasped the breathless English lad as he finally released his friend's still erect cocklet. A little trickle of semen mixed with spit trickled down his chin but he quickly caught it with his tongue. "That was awesome," he panted. "That was the best time ever!"

"Can we do it again, Rupert?" asked the irrepressible Amir. "Now? Please!"

Chapter 8

"Hi everybody," boomed Salameh's cheery choice as he burst through the door carrying a tray laded with food.

Rupert and Amir quickly disentangled and tried to make like dumb, but it was no use. Their still erect… and wet… peenies were standing up firm and straight! Rupert covered his with his hands, followed clumsily by Amir.

"OH YOU DIDN"T!" cried Salameh, visibly distraught. "YES YOU DID!"

He put down the tray and flung himself onto the bed. Covering his head with his arms, he began to bawl. He cried like a child – which shouldn't seem too strange since he was one. Amir put an arm around him to comfort him, but it was brushed off brusquely.

"We're sorry, my Sweet," said Amir in a soft plaintive voice. "We got carried away."

Rupert felt just awful, like any home wrecker would. He had obviously come between these two lovers and it had been most unintentional. He cast an eye – a lustful eye – up and down Salameh's back. His loincloth was askew, as it often was, exposing his delicious, mouth-watering derriere. It made Rupert's cock quiver in a very peculiar way.

"You said you would wait for me," sniffed the gorgeous Arab boy. "You said you would just put the lotion on while I went and got the food. You said you would just get Rupert ready!"

The boy was bereft. Amir snuggled up on one side, while Rupert did the same on the other. He was trying his best to comfort his spurned friend. Amir went a step further and began to place tender little kisses on the back of Salameh's neck.

"We only did it once," explained Amir.

:Ohhhhhhh!" Salameh started to wail again.

No, this is not the way to go, thought Rupert. Whether it is once or a thousand times, it matters not to the injured party. He placed a comforting arm around Salemeh's waist. Feeling venturesome, he placed a little peck in the small of his back, then another. That's all it took to bring Rupert's wilting boyhood back to life. Mmmmm… the young boy smelled… and tasted… so nice… like sandalwood. He kissed Salameh a little lower, until his lips reached the top of the callipygian boy's deep crevice. His mind was racing…. His cock was rising.

"Salameh," he suggested softy, tentatively. "Amir took my virginity, this is true. I mean, this is the first time I ever did anything like this with a boy… or anyone else for that matter… but… um… you can have my… um, cherry. That is, if you want it."

What in the world was he thinking? His cherry? Was Rupert willing to surrender his cherry, his tiny virgin bumhole, to this boy? Cocksucking was bad enough… and so gay. But bum fucking was the ultimate gay misdeed – a true confirmation of one's gayness. Did Rupert really want to cross this bridge?

YES!

He wanted Salameh's ass so bad. Maybe if he offered him his, he might be able to bargain a reciprocal deal.

Salameh sat up erectly on his knees. "Do you mean it Rupert? You are not just saying this to make me feel better?"

Rupert sat up on his knees too, facing his teary-eyed friend. Already his cocklet was regaining its previous vigor. It thrust up from between his thighs, ready for round three. He was just so horny – almost insatiable. He didn't care what the consequences were. Tonight he was going all the way with Amir and Salameh. He wanted them to teach him everything… everything about boy sex. His heart started to sing again. He was very excited.

"Yes Salameh, I belong to you and Amir," he stated boldly, throwing caution – and everything else – to the wind. "Tonight I want to do everything, to feel everything, to know everything. Can you teach me?"

Salameh's face broke into a bright cheery smile as he sniffed and wiped his tears. He said nothing but drew the young English lad into his arms. He looked deep into Rupert's eyes before planting a wet sloppy kiss right on the boy's full pink lips. At first, Rupert was shocked, but soon he was responding energetically. Salameh's lips were so soft and receptive and he really knew how to kiss. Sparks were flying as their mouths mashed together. His hands slipped down Salameh's back to his silky backside and unclipped his golden chain. His tiny loincloth fell onto the bed. Now, all three boys were resplendently nude!

In a moment, Rupert felt something grazing the shaft of his stiffy. It was Salameh's excited cocklet. As it grew and lengthened it tickled Rupert's length. As their lips dueled, so too did the tips of their dicks – sword against sword. Rupert was drooling precum and a gooey string conjoined Salameh's knob to his. Suddenly, Salameh's lips parted and his lively tongue thrust its way past Rupert's teeth and into his mouth.

What the… thought Rupert. This is kinda icky!

But the way Salameh tickled his tongue-tip and wriggled about in his mouth soon had him writhing and moaning. Soon, the ever-adventurous Rupert was exploring his partner's mouth. He played with the Arab boy's tongue in the same way he had been played with. In next to no time, he had Salameh groaning and writhing ecstatically too. It made him feel so powerful and in control. The boy tasted so good.

Salameh gently grasped Rupert's erection and squeezed it against his own. Gosh, he was so hot! He was so hard! Rupert could almost feel the blood pulsing in his veins. He began to rub his hardness against the other boy's hardness. As Salameh played with their dickies, Rupert didn't miss a second to play with Salameh's beautiful bouncy buttocks. His hands ran over the smooth velvety surface, squeezing and playing with them as if they were made of rubber. Eventually, he reached Salameh's crack. "MMMMMMMMM…" the boy moaned through a mouthful of tongue as he arched his back and pushed out his fun-pillows. Rupert knew he must be doing something right. He ventured deeper, stroking his fingers along the silky-smooth channel.

Meanwhile, Amir started kissing the back of the blonde boy's neck, gently with little pecks. Rupert broke off the kissing as his breath went shallow for a moment. He tilted his head to the side to give his new friend better access. The boy continued kissing him down the hollow of his back. This felt delightful. The English boy wiggled his booty back and fourth and giggled a little. Amir, now on all fours, crawled up toward those glistening young ass cheeks and kissed them all over, being extra careful not to irritate Rupert's injuries. Soon his kisses reached Rupert's crack. He ran his busy little tongue up and down the silky crevice, causing Rupert to thrust his plum-shaped booty at the assaulting glossal. This, of course, only encouraged the eager Arab boy and when his licking and lapping got to the bottom of Rupert's bottom, he just went for it. He buried his face deep into Rupert's ample ass and started to tease and tantalize the outside of his little virgin rosebud with the tip of his wicked wet winky washer!

"HUUUUUHHH… OH MY GOSH!" Rupert screamed and fell onto his hands and knees. Amir didn't waste any time. He grabbed Rupert's milky-white globes and split them wide apart, before licking and lapping that glossy-smooth skin. The sloppy tongue wriggled into his hot butt-hole. The feeling was excruciatingly pleasurable. Amir was obviously enjoying his new best friend. His head bobbed up and down as he rimmed Rupert's ass more and more enthusiastically. The little pink puckerhole had become very wet indeed and slippery with the Arab boy's spit, as he continued the assault on Rupert's tight back door.

"Oh… uh… oh Amir!" Rupert groaned with pleasure, but he was still perplexed and a little bit grossed out that someone would want to kiss him… um… there of all places. "Are you sure you want to do that, Amir?"

Amir pulled up his head for a moment and played with the English boy's quivering ass cheeks, shaking them just to watch them jiggle. He tapped Rupert's tushy lightly with his fingertips just to watch the ripples travel from cheek to hip.

"Oh yas Rupert," said the little Arab boy, finally breaking his silence. The lower half of his face was wet with saliva. "I knew I wanted to do this since the moment I saw you!" He looked so happy and eager – his stout little penis thrust up between his thighs like a proud little pickle!

"Well OK," answered Rupert, sounding dubious but not wanting to discourage the lively little wrinkle tickler. "It's all yours!"

"Oh thank you!" enthused the horny boy, as though rimming his new friend's ass was the best thing in the world. "Um, Rupert… can you sit on my face?"

Rupert positioned himself over Amir's face and slowly sank downwards. His plump ass cheeks spread revealing his tight pink pucker. "Uuuuuuh!" he groaned as Amir's voracious tongue touched him there so intimately. "Oh yesssssssss! Yes please!"

Salameh was busy stroking his rampant cocklet. The sight of Amir rimming Rupert was driving him wild. He watched the boys through dreamy eyes as he licked his swollen lips. Rupert reached out and pulled him near, aiming the boy's upright spear towards his parted lips. In a moment, Salameh's cock was inside his mouth. He savored the handsome boy's sweet-salty taste as he breathed in his musky aroma. Oh, this felt too good to be true!

Salameh grabbed the back of Rupert's head, running his fingers through his blonde curls. "Oh Rupert!" he gasped. "You suck cock so good!"

Rupert stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened. What the hell was he doing – sucking cock! Sucking another boy's rock-hard, horny stiffy! That's so GAY!

Yes, it was – and Rupert loved it – every second of it! And he determined right there and then to be the best cocksucker in all of Siwa – a mighty tall order to fill, indeed! He lavished all the care and attention he could muster on Salameh's diminutive dong. Lots of spit… slippery lips… lapping tongue… caressing… stroking… urging…

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!" Salameh panted over and over. Rupert wasn't sure how hard he could make his young friend. His cocklet felt like steel in his mouth. Meanwhile, Amir had taken him at his word and was excavating his hole with renewed vigor. Rupert wasn't sure how deep he should let the burrowing boy go. Luckily, he didn't have to make that decision.

"I think he's ready, Salameh," said Amir as he came up for air. "He's nice and relaxed and oh so wet!"

"Well I know I'm ready," said Salameh, pulling abruptly from Rupert's suctioning lips. His stiff penis flipped up and smacked his tummy. It was inflamed, pulsing and tumescent.

"Roll over Rupert," urged Amir and he gently pushed his tushy. Rupert rolled over onto his back as Amir and Salameh exchanged places. Salameh flipped Rupert's legs up so that his knees were by his ears. All of Rupert's charms were exposed, but Rupert didn't care. He couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

Salameh poured out some of the Aloe Vera into his hands, making sure his fingers were well lubed before he commenced to stroke the pink skin of Rupert's tight little pussy. He stroked it so nicely that Rupert couldn't help emitting little whimpers and sighs of contentment.

"Is that nice?"

"Uh-huh."

He pushed in a finger and wiggled it.

"Oooo!"

Then he pushed in two fingers, pulled them almost out and thrust them in again.

"Oooo.. haaaaa!"

"Am I hurting you?"

"No… I love it!"

Salameh smiled. This time he thrust in three fingers, past the second knuckle. He began to message that special little button – you know, that special spot that Rupert had only recently discovered. He didn't know it had a name and if he did, he certainly wouldn't call it his prostate. He would have called it his hot spot or his funny place or his tinkle winkle – something nice. Even though he didn't know what it was, he knew he had felt the sensation before… before, when Lord Fahim had examined him. It made the young boy quiver and shudder.

Uh… uh… Salameh?"

"Yes?"

"Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"

Salameh's smile turned into a grin. He removed his fingers from Rupert's hot slick bottom and lined up his throbbing tool at the virginal pucker. With a well-practiced lunge, he thrust his stubby spear into Rupert's yawning orifice.

"HOLY MOLY!" Rupert screamed as Salameh skewered him.

"Are you OK, Rupert?"

Salameh was balls deep into the English lad. His face reflected pure joy.

"Oooooh… you didn't tell me it hurts!"

"I'm sorry My Love. Sometimes it hurts a bit at first. Shall I pull out?

"No… no, just gimme a minute."

"You will soon get used to it and then you will love it."

At first Salameh stayed very still, but the feeling was so incredibly delightful and he was so excited to be deflowering the blonde beauty that he began to move it around a little.

"OK, that's better," breathed Rupert after his insides began to stretch around the intruder.

Salameh bit his lip as he slid his cocklet up and down the tight channel of Rupert's no-longer-virginal pussy. Oh, it felt soooooooo good!

"Oh Rupert!" cooed Salameh, overcome with lust. "Your pussy feels wonderful – so hot and tight and slippery. You're so good – I cannot believe it."

"We knew you would be such a hot lover, Rupert! We just knew it!" enthused Amir as he sat idly by, stroking his weenie with one hand and Rupert's blonde curls with the other. Rupert motioned for him to come closer. When Amir's ball sack was directly above his mouth, he pulled the robust Arab boy's perpendicular peenie down and inserted it into his mouth. Although somewhat distracted by the other boy's dick in his derriere, the English lad was determined to give Amir the same first class blowjob he had just given to Salameh – lots of saliva and wet lips and tongue.

"Oh my gosh!" gasped Amir amid the wet slurping sounds. "You were right Salameh: Rupert is now an excellent cocksucker. One of the best!"

Of course, this only served to encourage Rupert. He suckled Amir's cock lovingly as he noted that the burning pain in his ass had subsided. In fact, there was a very pleasurable sensation there now, especially when Salameh's knob bumped over that peculiar sensitive spot. He began to get into the rhythm of Salameh's thrusts – squeezing on the down stroke and then pushing his gut on the upstroke.

All three boys were moaning and panting with sexual abandon. Their skin glowed with a healthy patina of sweat. As Amir thrust into Rupert's mouth, Salameh thrust into his anus. All the while, the neophyte urged and coaxed them blissfully onwards. Rupert was rapidly becoming delirious with lust. He began to ride Salameh's dick by bucking his hips. The feeling of dick sliding up and down his greasy boyjayjay was too wonderful for words. Likewise, the feeling of Amir's stiffy sliding in and out of his mouth was getting him so hot and bothered! Rupert could feel his own rock-hard stiffy bouncing on his belly. It tingled oh-so-wonderfully. With each bounce it became even more stimulated, until he was quite sure his nuts were going to pop at any moment. He gathered Amir's tushy in his hands and played with it. His fingers found their way into intimate territory, stroking Amir's delicate little wrinkle and making him whimper and moan.

"Oh Rupert, I think I shall cum soon!" Amir declared as his thrusting accelerated.

Oh yas Rupert, me too!" echoed Salameh.

Rupert knew he was so close too, but of course he couldn't speak with a mouth crammed full of cock. Devil that he was, he slipped a finger carefully into Amir's warm bottomhole.

"Oh my gosh!" cried Amir. "Oh my gosh!"

That did it! Rupert could feel Amir swell in his mouth; his knob was so big and round and smooth. He tongued the little arrow beneath the boy's pee lips, savoring the saltiness.

"UH…. UH… AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Amir's hot boy cream shot into the eager blonde lad's waiting mouth. Rupert gulped it down just before another creamy load splashed into his mouth. He gulped that down too. Then another one… all this was too much for Rupert to handle. The little blonde beauty squealed with delight as his hot seed burst forth from his overtaxed testis. Squirt after squirt of hot boy batter splattered over his chest and torso.

Of course the sensation of his spasming colon was all Salameh needed to send him over the edge.

"AHHHH… OHHHHH…. AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

Salameh sent jets of hot semen deep into Rupert. For Rupert, this new sensation was mind-blowing and served to perpetuate his epic orgasm. He never knew fucking could be so amazing. He moaned and groaned appreciatively as he nursed the last few drops from Amir's spent organ. His head was whirling, spinning.

His world had changed forever!

Chapter 9

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!"

Rupert gasped and sputtered as he fell back against the sheets. His body was drenched with sweat and oil… and cum! His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Salameh and Amir collapsed on either side of him. They too were greasy with sweat and panting heartily.

"Oh man! Oh man! I had no idea it could be this good!" Rupert wheezed.

"What could be this good?" asked Salameh as he snuggled up by Rupert's neck and began to lap up the scattered drops of pearly boy cream that had just showered over the English boy's face and chest. Amir did the same with the splatters that had pooled in the concave of his belly. Their tongues tickled him and made him squirm with delight.

"THIS!" he said emphatically. "BOY SEX!"

"Oh this is just the beginning, Rupert," said Amir as he raised his head from Rupert's lap and smiled at his new friend. "There is so much more we want to show you!"

"More? There's more?" asked the little English lad incredulously. "I can't believe it! You guys are like so incredible. Fucking is just so cool!"

"Mmmmm… you taste nice Rupert," cooed Amir as he finished cleaning the jizz from the boy's belly button and began lapping at his lower abdomen. Meanwhile, Salameh had finished with his neck and was starting to kiss his face. Rupert lifted his arms over his head inviting his friend to kiss and lick his smooth armpits. The invitation was eagerly accepted.

"Oooooo…. Man, you guys make me feel sooooo good!" Rupert moaned as Salameh scoured his ticklish armpits.

Amir was moving lower with his wet lashing tongue. He was lavishing great attention on Rupert's pubic mound and the sparse golden threads that populated it. Despite having just cum… actually cum is too mild a word… explosion or detonation was would be a more descriptive term… despite having just exploded, Rupert's cock was still rock-hard. But at least his peanuts felt relieved… sated. They didn't feel all sore and pleasantly prickly like they did before. They felt good… tired but good. Amir must have read his mind because that is where he turned his attention next. He began to lick Rupert's smooth ball sack with delicate strokes making Rupert whimper like a baby.

"Oh yeah, Amir, suck my nuts. Oh yeah, that feels so good!" Rupert rubbed the back of the handsome Arab boy's fuzzy head affectionately.

Not to be outdone, Salameh began to suck Rupert's pink nipples. He concentrated his attention on one, rolling it between his delicate moist lips and flicking the end of it with his tongue. This evoked a stifled scream from Rupert's throat. Just when he didn't think his nipple could take any more, Salameh moved to the other one and commenced the process all over again.

Oh…my… gosh… it… feels…. so… good!"

Salameh straddled Rupert's torso so he could get closer to his work, almost sitting on Amir's head in the process. Amir smacked his bottom with a teasing slap.

"Hey!" Salameh giggled.

Strangely, the splattering noise of hand meeting flesh sent a surge of excitement through Rupert's loins. He could feel his boyhood inflate and grow a little bit harder – if that was possible. Amir saw this and plunged his hot mouth onto the wavering woody, siphoning up the strands of pearly goo that still clung to his shaft like cobwebs.

"UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!" Rupert groaned like a wounded animal, as he squeezed the pillow behind his head. His cocklet was still extremely sensitive from his recent orgasm. Salameh dove onto Rupert's pink pouting lips to stifle the moan. It was another epic kiss, with lots of tongue sucking and saliva. Rupert was a quick learner.

"Oh Rupert," gasped Salameh when he came up for air. "We love you so much!"

"Not half as much as I love you guys," said Rupert. Then, spying Salameh's gleaming cocklet stretching and straining towards him, he said, "C'mere my friend." And took the boy's cummy cock into his mouth. Despite where it had recently been, Salameh's swollen organ tasted delightful. He slurped up the remnants of the boy's recent passion. That's the wonderful thing about lust… boy lust… and passion. You soon forget about everything and just go with your natural feelings. Rupert knew this instinctively. He was a very passionate boy.

"Oh Rupert," moaned Salameh as he began to buck his hips, sliding his stiff cock in and out of his lover's suckling lips. "You are such a good cocksucker! Are you sure you have never done this before?"

"Never," said the boy, letting go of the Arab boy's beautiful dicklet. It flipped up and splattered against his tummy. "I told you, English boys don't suck cock."

"That is too bad. Think what they have been missing!"

Rupert said nothing, but he did think about all he had been missing – all those pretty boys back at boarding school. He licked the shaft of Salameh's cock with long fluid strokes before turning his attention to the low hanging balls that dangled so saucily before him. Soon he had gobbled them up and deftly played with them in his mouth.

"Oooooh… Oooooh… Oooooh… yas!" Salameh was in heaven.

Once again the bedchamber was filled with the delightful sounds of beautiful boys making beautiful sex… dirty, filthy, fun sex!

With Salameh straddling him, Rupert could easily slide up and down Salameh's undercarriage – pleasuring the boy with his hot wet tongue as he went. Salameh's throbbing erection bore testament to what a good job he had done sucking the boy's balls. It stood up firmly at attention – just like a little soldier. But Rupert had moved on. He was now tickling the boy's smooth gooch, drawing gasps of pleasure from the Arab beauty.

"Oh yes Rupert, lick me there… oh yeeeeees!" Salameh's eyes were closed, lost in bliss.

Rupert licked up and down the boy's taint with long wet sloppy strokes. He licked along his central crease and into the folds where his legs joined his torso. Mmmmmmm! Feeling adventurous… and incredibly horny… his tongue slobbered along Salameh's butt crack.

"Oh Rupert, that feels soooooooo gooooooood!" said Salameh as he spread his ass cheeks wide apart.

Oh!

Rupert was suddenly confronted with Salameh's coral-pink winkie! He wasn't sure he was ready for that just yet. He had only just got used to the idea of sucking and fucking. Now rimming? Fortunately, he didn't have to think about it for long – Salameh sat on Rupert's upright tongue, forcing it onto the tight crinkled folds of his rosebud.

Uh!

Wait a minute. This isn't so bad. In fact, it's really quite nice, thought the young innocent English lad.

Rupert wriggled his tongue around. Hmmmm… Salameh's hole didn't taste bad at all. In fact, it tasted much like the rest of him. He had a musky boy scent that Rupert found quite appealing – almost intoxicating. He wriggled his tongue in deeper.

"Oh gracious," squeaked the rapturous little Arab boy. "Oh my goodness gracious," he repeated as he wanked his steel-hard cocklet.

Rupert used lots of spit as he wormed his way deeper. Using his tongue tip he teased the delicate folds, urging his lover to relax. Salameh began to ride Rupert's tongue as he bucked his hips gently.

"Hey, what about me?"

Rupert had been so wrapped up in Salameh's bum, he'd completely forgotten about Amir. Salameh had too. He was so into the tongue bath he was getting from Rupert, he'd forgotten about everything and everyone else.

"Amir, we're so sorry!" Salameh apologized to his snubbed brother. Amir was pouting as he wanked his stout dicklet. He was definitely getting off from watching his brother and Rupert make boy-love. His helmet looked quite puffy and shiny. "C'mere Brother." In one quick motion he swallowed Amir's trembling morsel.

Rupert was overwhelmed with sexual desire. He never knew he could get quite so worked up. He knew he would cum soon… again. How many times was this? He'd lost count. Luckily, Salameh made the next move.

"Oh Rupert! If you don't fuck me soon, I think I shall go crazy," pleaded the young Arab boy. His hips writhed with erotic pleasure as he rode Rupert's sloppy glossal.

This was music to Rupert's ears. It was no secret that he had coveted Salameh's curvaceous tushy from the moment he had spied it. Any boy would have – even a steadfast heterosexual boy like Rupert.

They quickly changed places – Salameh on his back with his knees up by his ears and Rupert positioned with his boyhood pointing menacingly at Salameh's hot wet pussy. Amir coached Rupert from the sidelines.

"Here Rupert, you must use lots and lots of lubricant," he said as he handed the English boy the golden urn full of oil. "That way it is most pleasurable for both boys."

He splashed some of the oil right onto Salameh's sphicter, making it recoil instinctively.

"Oooo, it is cold," Salameh cried.

"Don't be such a baby," admonished Amir. "It will be hot soon enough! Now Rupert rub it in, real nice and soft… like stroking… there, that's it … see how Salameh likes it?"

Salameh's eyes were closed but his mouth was open in a round 'o' shape. He said nothing but his breathing said it all. It was short and raged sounding.

"Don't be shy Rupert. Poke it a lil bit… poke your finger in."

Rupert grinned with embarrassment. He was about to push his finger into another boy's bumhole – something he never dreamt of doing. But he loved it – this whole experience. It made his cock quiver with lust and desire. Indeed, his whole body was trembling!

Pop.

In went his finger – as far as the first knuckle.

"Mmmmm…oh that feels so good!" Salameh moaned.

Encouraged, Rupert began a see-saw motion with his finger, making the other boy squirm.

"Put two fingers in, Rupert," coached Amir. "That's right. Now move them around. See how Salameh likes it?"

Oh Salameh liked it all right! The boy's ass was squirming around like crazy. His rock-hard stiffy rose up and fell back against his tummy, over and over again. Rupert finger fucked the boy with first two fingers, then three. He tried to find Salameh's happy spot… you know that nice spot inside his bumhole. Lord Fahim had found it in Rupert in a flash. But then, Lord Fahim was an expert when it came to sex… boy sex.

"Oh Rupert," groaned the blissful Arab beauty. "What are you doing?"

"You don't like it?"

"No! I love it! Nobody has ever touched me there like you do. It feels so nice."

There, Rupert had found the spot. He continued to massage the young boy's prostate, driving him wild with desire. Strange, but it was driving Rupert wild as well. Although he daren't touch himself, his dickie was so hard and dribbling gooey stuff gain. Rupert's fingers made a squishy sound as they plunged in and out of the boy's hot hole. Finally, when he was sure Salameh couldn't take much more he pulled his fingers out of the hot wet orifice.

Salameh was trembling with excitement. "Oh Rupert, if you don't soon fuck me with that big cock of yours I think I will go crazy!"

Rupert grinned. He knew Salameh was ready. He was ready too. His cocklet quivered with desire. His knob was red and shiny with clear pre-cum dribbling from his pee lips. He placed it on the Arab boy's tight sphincter.

"Salameh, you feel so hot!"

He pushed against the boy's back door. At first it blocked him, but then suddenly it yielded and Rupert's knob slid right in. Salameh held his knobby like a vice.

"Salameh, you feel so tight!"

He pushed in a little bit. Salameh's well-lubricated sphincter offered little resistance. But still, he was a small boy and gripped Rupert's big boy cock firmly. Rupert pulled back slightly and then pushed in harder.

"That's the way, Rupert! You are a natural fucker!" Amir spoke words of encouragement from the sidelines.

Rupert slipped his cock in and out of the sweet Arab boy's love tunnel. Before he knew it, he was balls-deep in another boy's anus. He never dreamed such a thing was even possible only days ago.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" Salameh moaned. "Oh Rupert, you're so nice and big. You feel so good!"

This was music to Rupert's ears. He pulled out almost to the tip of his knobby and then plunged all the way back in. The feeling was extraordinary! Salameh's ass was so tight, yet so yielding. It gripped Rupert's cock like a gloved hand. Rupert began to rock rhythmically as he fucked his new best friend in earnest.

"Oh Rupert! Oh Rupert!" Salameh moaned. "Oh yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Slap, slap, slap went Rupert's loose ball sack as it smacked against his handsome partner's smooth gooch. Slap, slap, slap went Rupert's thighs as they slapped against Salameh's shiny derriere.

"See how easy it is Rupert? See how easy it is when you use lots of lube?" said Amir. He was so enthralled with the process, his head almost got in the way.

"May I touch you Rupert?" asked Amir.

What a strange request, thought Rupert. Hasn't he been touching me all night? But then Rupert felt a pair of hands pry apart his tight round buns. An oily finger was soon stroking him in the same intimate way he had just been touching Salameh. Then, without warning, Amir shoved his hot wet cock into the English lad's recently fucked pussy.

"OOOOHHH JEEZ!"

Rupert was taken by surprise! But not unpleasantly so… no, this was quite a pleasurable turn of events… fucking and getting fucked… all at the same time!

"OOOOHHHH YEAH, AMIR! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK IT HARD!"

Needless to say, Amir took Rupert's words to heart and began a most vigorous fucking of Rupert's recently deflowered rosebud. Rupert gave as good as he got, though – pounding Salameh's ass, just as Amir pounded his. Soon all three boys found a rhythm and harmony as natural and pleasurable as if they'd been conjoined at birth. They were like the Vienna Choirboys of the bedroom!

"Oo… oo… oh… oo… yeah!"

Both Rupert and Salameh squeaked their appreciation as their prepubescent prostates were poked and stroked by the piston-like peenies that polished their pussies.

"Oh my… oh my… oh my!" Rupert reiterated.

"Rupert, shut up and kiss me!" Salameh demanded.

Rupert shut up and did as he was told. Salameh had never steered him wrong so far. Mmmmm… yum… slurp. It was another epic kiss… wet with lots of tongue sucking and tickling. Just when Rupert's cocklet was so hard he felt like it might break right off, he felt that familiar tingling in his balls. Oh no! His first fuck… ending so soon… but it was the best fuck any boy could have imagined! It was awesome!

Oh Salameh… Amir… huh… huh… I'm… I'm gonna cum… huh… huh!" Rupert managed to croak.

"Just do it Rupert," Amir coached. "Don't hold back. There will be many more cums tonight.

"Yes My Love," Salameh smiled up at him, a sweet and loving smile. "Fill me with your jizzim. I wanna feel you squirt inside of me, just like I did to you!"

That was it! Just hearing that was enough to push Rupert over the edge!

"Ooooooooooooh… myyyyyyyyyyy… goooooooooooooosh!"

SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT!

Rupert's cock began to erupt like a volcano. It quivered and quaked as he let go another momentous orgasm. He could feel his quiffy spasm around Amir's stiffy. Oh how could anything feel so good?

"Oh… oh… I'm gonna cum too!" Amir called out as Rupert's colon spasmed around his throbbing sex rod. "Oh yeah… here it comes!"

SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT!

Rupert could feel Amir's scorching hot juices empty deep into his welcoming bowels. He could feel every twitch and tweak of the gorgeous boy's cock as it released its sweet bounty. Such a wonderful feeling could only set Rupert off again.

"Oh my gosh… I'm gonna cum again!"

SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT… SQUIRT!

The feeling was excruciating! Rupert pounded Salameh's ass, just as Amir pounded his. At one point he thought his little testicles might rip right off as they continued to empty their precious seed into the receptive young Salameh.

Finally, just as his spent dicklet gave one last half-hearted shudder, Salameh could be heard to say:

"SOMEONE SUCK MY DICK QUICK! I'M CUMMING TOO!"

Chapter 10

"Rupert, we'll save you a spot at breakfast, kay?"

"Thanks Amir," said Rupert as he stood in front of the full-length mirror preening.

"Don't be long," said the sweet Arab boy as he closed the door behind himself.

Finally, some privacy, thought the young Rupert. As much as he loved his two roommates, he wasn't used to so much togetherness. He reached for a glass of cold water and drank it down quickly. Wow, he sure got thirsty here in the desert. The air was so dry here, not like England. The water sparkled all the way down into his tummy.

"MMMMMM… yummy!"

Salameh was right! He didn't get sunburned yesterday, despite spending the whole day in the blistering heat of the desert. His skin had turned ever so slightly golden, except of course where his tiny loincloth had been – there was still a milky-white stripe… front and back… pink, pasty English white. Even his hair seemed more golden… slightly blonder than before. Maybe the Siwa waters really did protect him… maybe. One thing was for sure; he sure liked drinking the stuff. You can never hydrate too much here in the desert!

Rupert wasn't a vain boy… not at all… but he had to admit that all this farm work and fresh air had made him look buff! He looked leaner, more muscular… even for a twelve-year old… just twelve. He looked hot! He played with the few golden strands of hair that had sprouted around the base of his flaccid dickie. He was proud of them. No other boy at Siwa had pubies yet. It proved that Rupert was well on the road to manhood!

He had just come from his morning shower and already his body was nearly dry. Just a few touchups and… there, all dry. He turned his back to the mirror and glanced over his shoulder at his nakedness. Amazing! All the red welts from yesterday were gone. His plump round bottom was good as new! It wasn't even sore… not in the slightest. That lotion Amir put on him sure did the trick.

"What was it called? Hello… allo… something like that. Oh, there's the bottle right there."

Rupert reached over and picked up the golden flask from the nightstand. He poured some of the oil into his hands. Mmmmmm…. so nice and slippery. Despite the fact that Rupert's bum was right as rain, he decided to apply a fresh coat of oil… just in case. Then he ran his hands up and down over the smooth taut skin of his torso. Mmmmmm…. feels so nice. His arms and legs were next. He was now wishing he had asked Amir to do this for him. He was sure the boy wouldn't mind and Amir's hands felt so nice when they massaged his skin… especially when they rubbed his…

Immediately Rupert's penis went erect.

Just thinking about Amir rubbing his privates had made his 'little soldier' stand at attention! As much as he wanted to play with his stiffy, he knew that breakfast was waiting and he needed to finish what he was doing. His hands returned to his bubbly butt. Just in case they didn't get enough oil, he rubbed each cheek with round swirling motions, polishing them up like alabaster balls. He so enjoyed playing with them and making them jiggle like apple jelly. Fingers inevitably found their way down into his crack…. Deeeeeeeep into his crack…

"Mmmmmmm… oh golly, that feels soooooooo goooooood!"

His massaging fingers eventually reached his tiny rosebud. Yes, it was tiny, just as before… before last night… before Rupert lost his virginity… his cherry… and just about every other aspect of his innocence. Not that he was complaining. On the contrary, last night had been the most amazing, most wonderful night of his young life. He could not have imagined such pleasure, even in his wildest, wettest dreams. But he was concerned about his bumhole. It had taken quite a pounding and he wasn't sure it was ever going to be the same again. But here it was back to normal. He poked his finger at it, gently.

"Oooooooo…. boy… that feels so… Ahhhhh!… Ahhhh!"

His dickie began to throb as his finger slid in and out of his tight, but well-oiled sphincter. He quickly inserted two slippery digits. Even better! Three? Yes, he could now get three fingers into his slick boy-pussy. That's what Salameh had called it, just before he thrust his rampant boyhood in there, last night. The horny English boy sat on the cool marble floor and rolled onto his back, throwing his legs over his head.

"Oh man, look at my pussy!" Rupert gasped as his gorgeous bottom split wide open to reveal his pink winkie. He poured lots of oil directly into the coral-pink hollow and began to work it inside. "Oh man… oh man," he moaned as he worked his tight boy-cunt until his fingertips reached his prostate. "Mmmmm… yeah, that's it. Oh man, that feels so good!"

Rupert knew where this was heading. He was desperately randy and wanted to cum so bad. But he knew the rules – NO GRATUITOUS SPILLAGE OF BOY SEED! That's how he got into trouble in the first place! So he hopped back up onto his feet and gave his body one last peek as he polished his proud upstanding pecker. Gosh, he looked so hot… so sexy! But he knew he had to go. He tore himself away from his reflection and headed out the door.

***

"Oops!"

Rupert was halfway to the dining hall before he realized he had forgotten something – his loincloth. But he was already late, and didn't dare test the patience of his Master again.

"Besides, all the boys are practically naked anyways," he rationalized. "Nobody's gonna even notice me!"

How wrong could a little boy be? Rupert had yet to learn what every man knows well: sexual arousal clouds one's judgment. Clouds it like a Saharan sandstorm. His nuts tingled so delightfully as his polished woody waved to and fro like a band marshal's baton. He glanced over his shoulder to observe his wiggly jiggly buttocks as he paraded stark naked… and rampant as a stallion… through the hallways of the palace.

Hmmmmmm… maybe this isn't such a good idea, thought Rupert as he paused outside the dining hall and caught sight of himself in one of the large gilt mirrors. There he was in all his magnificent nudity – wearing nothing more than a smile… oh, and a thin film of body oil and a teensy weensy gold chain around his hips. He looked like one of those naked statues he had seen in the gardens of the palace – he looked like a Greek boy-god! The tingle in his nuts had now turned into a throb. His shiny pink helmet swelled mushroom-like as a drop of crystal clear dickie-dew formed on his pee-pee lips.

"Whew!" he gasped. He tweaked each pointy nipple and twanged his dickie twice. It sprang back like a loaded spring. "Well, here goes…"

The young English lad strode boldly into the raucous dining hall. He tried to be as nonchalant as possible, but that became more and more difficult as each boy he passed turned and stared. As much as he tried not to, he could feel his supple schoolboy ass wiggle and jiggle with each footfall. He had to admit he liked being the centre of attention… liked it when the other boys stared at his nudity… at his outrageously erect cock… at his round sexy ass. It made him proud… and even more excited.

"Rupert, what are you doing?" asked a startled Salameh as Rupert sat down next to him. "Where are your clothes?"

"What?" asked the young Rupert, feigning indifference. "Oh that. I forgot it," he said before reaching across Amir for some bread. "Man, am I hungry."

"You cannot just walk around without wearing your vestments, Rupert!" admonished Salameh in a loud whisper. "It's not permitted."

"It was permitted when I was getting my ass thrashed yesterday," stated Rupert matter-of-factly. "It was permitted when Lil One was dancing."

"Yes," agreed a now flustered Salameh. "But that was different."

"How is it different?" asked Rupert. He noticed that Amir had a big grin on his face and was rubbing the front of his loincloth.

"Nudity is only permitted for punishment… and um, dancing and swimming and wrestling," said the worried looking Arab boy.

"And sexy time," added Amir. His eyes were locked on Rupert's drooling erection as he busily fapped his own under his loincloth. "You forgot sexy time."

"Yes, of course, sexy time," added Salameh. "You are going to get us all into trouble again Rupert."

"Well how am I supposed to know all these stupid rules, anyhow?" asked Rupert, clearly exasperated. "You might as well say birthdays – that you can be nude on your birthday."

"Oh you can," said Amir as he sat up on his knees excitedly, fapping even faster. "I forgot about that one!"

Rupert just rolled his eyes derisively. "Rules are for Fools!"

At that moment, Amir and Salameh both looked up and cringed.

"He's standing right behind me, isn't he?" asked Rupert timidly. They didn't have time to answer.

"So Rupert from England… you do not like the rules here at Siwa?" enquired the booming voice. Rupert knew it could belong to none other than Prince Misha.

The boy turned around very slowly until he was facing one very overstuffed codpiece. He swooned. It was so big… so crammed full of male genitalia! It looked ready to explode… ready to release its pythonic man-cock! Rupert's naked little dickie twitched and jerked as his eyes traveled up the mountain of muscle to the Prince's face. He didn't look quite so mean and menacing as before. In fact, his lips hinted at a little smile, like they were playing some kind of game.

"I didn't say that, exactly," said Rupert as licked his lips and gawked at the awesome manhood swelling in the pouch before him. He knew as soon as the words left his lips that he had made a mistake. "Sir," he added hastily.

"Well, I see you have at least learned some manners during your short time here at Siwa," said the Prince as he placed his hands on his hips and thrust his pelvis at the lusty boy.

Rupert noted that the muscleman was wearing a different costume today – gold wrist and ankle bands, as well as a white semi-transparent silk codpiece. Rupert observed that the codpiece was held in place with a heavy gold chain across each hip. Good thing too! Anything smaller and that huge thrashing man-cock would surely break free! It didn't escape Rupert's keen observation skills that the man's tumescent knob was nearly as big as the boy's fist.

"Lets see if we can teach the English boy something else," said the Prince as he puffed out his mighty chest. His saucy brown nipples were as big as tuppence. By this time, the two brusque boy-guards from yesterday had joined him. They looked like a couple of Doberman dogs. Rupert couldn't decided whether to call them 'Tweedle Dee' and 'Tweedle Dum' or 'Dumb' and 'Dumber'.

"Take him to the quadrangle," barked the Prince.

The two boy-guards grabbed Rupert by the arms. Rupert knew it was futile to resist. But even so, the well-oiled boy slipped out of their hands like a greased pig and splattered onto his ample ass. Each boy-guard grabbed an arm and a leg and carried the unfortunate boy away, spread-eagled, much to the delight of the ogling crowd.

"Put your stiffy away and come help me, Amir," scolded Salameh as he hurried after the tumultuous crowd that followed Rupert, his guards and the Prince out of the dining hall.

***

Rupert was in a desperate predicament. He had been tied to a large wooden wheel – perhaps two meters [7 ft.] in diameter. The wheel was standing upright and had no spokes. His naked body took the place of the spokes. Arms and legs had been spread wide with wrists and ankles tied to the wheel with smooth white rope. As long as he didn't wriggle or struggle too much, the rope didn't burn his skin. There was no possibility of escape, so he tried to relax. But that was difficult… he was completely naked, after all. And with his legs spread wide, he was so exposed!

"Oh dear me!" he whimpered.

Already it was hot. Sweat beaded up and trickled off the bonny English boy's nude body. He didn't feel quite so sexy anymore. His dickie had gone from 12 o'clock to 2 o'clock and was now resting at about 4 o'clock.

The Prince had decreed that as punishment for his immodesty and blatant disregard for Siwa rules and customs, he should be tethered naked to the whipping wheel for the pleasure and enjoyment of any passing Siwa boy. So far only the rude boy-guards had teased and molested him. Actually he enjoyed it – that is, until the bigger of the two, the one that Rupert really despised, stuck his thumb up his bum. He could tell this was going to be a long hot, boring day.

"Psst," came a little whisper from behind. "It's me, Salameh."

"Oh Salameh! Am I ever glad to see you," replied Rupert as Salameh popped his handsome head out from behind the wheel.

"Here drink this," he said as he held a canteen up to Rupert's lips. The golden boy quaffed the cool bubbly water. "Are you alright?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine. Only the guards molested me so far," replied Rupert, sounding a little disappointed.

"It will get worse, perhaps far worse," said the Arab boy gravely. "Boys will put their dirty hands everywhere on your body. And their mouths too."

"Oooooh…" squeaked the English boy, just thinking about such vile acts. But to his surprise, energy rushed to his little cocklet, causing it to swell and lengthen a little.

"Yes, some boys will put their mouths on your lips, on your nipples, maybe even on your penis!" said Salameh with disgust.

"Oh my goodness!" gasped Rupert. His cock twitched, as it grew a little more.

"Yes, they may suck your cock and try to make you cum in their mouths!"

"Mmmmmmm…" moaned Rupert. Just the thought of getting sucked off in this public place was making him very excited indeed. His penis was poking straight out now.

"But you must not let them," said Salameh, sounding anxious. "Remember my love, you belong to me and Amir."

Rupert ignored his friend's warnings. He belonged to no one but himself. "Can I have some more water please?"

He gulped down some more aqua viva. By now his cocklet was as firm and erect as before. It felt so nice and tingly. He accidentally spilled some of the water. It ran down over his chest and torso, around his erection and dripped off his tight pink scrotum.

"Oh that feels so good!" cooed the boy as his erection sprang up and down showing its approval and delight. "You are the best-est friend ever, Salameh."

Salameh leaned over and kissed Rupert – right on the lips. But it wasn't a wet passionate kiss with lots of tongue like the ones he had given him last night. No, this was a friendly see-ya-later kiss. "Good bye my love," said Salameh, giving his friend a peck on the nose before stroking his fingers along the length of the English lad's firm upstanding boyhood. "Amir and I will come back to check on you later, kay?"

"Kay," said Rupert as he shivered and shuddered with excitement. Mmmmmmm… his cock was throbbing now, as was that thingie way up inside his bum-hole… what was it called again?

Now Rupert was alone… alone and horny and unable to touch his throbbing boy parts. He squinted as he looked up at the morning sun. It glinted off his well-oiled skin, especially his polished prick. Hmmmm…This was going to be a long lonely day.

Just then, the kitchen door opened with a bang, as one of the scullery boys emerged with a bucket of table scraps. He tossed the contents onto the composting heap before casting a casual glance at the dangling detainee.

Rupert looked back demurely and batted his baby blue eyes flirtatiously. The boy started to head back inside before hesitating. He looked around. They were alone in the yard – just the two of them. The boy went back to the compost heap and retrieved something… something big and green. His eyes were now firmly fixed on Rupert's midsection, his stout erection to be precise. Rupert flexed it, making it waggle like a beckoning finger. In an instant the boy was at his side.

"Oh wow!" the handsome young Arab boy exclaimed as he ran his rough hands over Rupert's polished skin. The English boy squirmed as delightful feelings rushed through his loins. "I have you all to myself!" he said with a wicked lascivious grin on his face.

One hand gripped Rupert's upstanding penis while the other massaged his full and slightly tender balls.

"Ooooohhhhhmmmmyyyyy…" Rupert exclaimed. The hot flames of sexual desire were quickly fanned. "Oh yaaaas!"

The boy had a nice way of rubbing Rupert's knob with one hand… his very slippery knob… while the other hands rubbed his roiling balls.

"Oh Rupert, your penis goes so nice and stiff!" exclaimed the scullery boy as his busy tongue played about his wet lips. "It is so big and hard!"

"Mmmmmmm yeah," is all the sexy English boy could muster in response. His hips gyrated rhythmically as the hands massaged his skin. At this rate he knew he would soon cum. The scullery boy sensed this and gripped Rupert's erection firmly at the base as his other hand found its way between his legs. Soon Rupert felt fingers massaging his lubricious bum hole. With his legs spread so wide, there is no way that he could hide… never mind protect his private spot. Not that he cared at that moment. He was quite thrilled with the assault.

"Ah…. Ah…. Yeah…" he gasped, as he felt one and then two fingers slip inside of him.

"Mmmmm… Rupert you are so slippery… everywhere… even in here."

Rupert remembered his morning lube job with the Aloe Vera. Good thing he put some extra virgin oil up his bum hole! The boy's fingers didn't feel so rough now, as they gently massaged him. Soon they reached deep enough to touch his special spot

"Oo… oo… oo!" Rupert huffed. "Yaaaas!"

The other boy was naked now, rubbing his body all over Rupert. He was as excited as the English lad, as his heavy breathing… and his wild erection… clearly revealed. He stopped for a moment and picked up the green vegetable that had been resting on his discarded loincloth. Rupert could see that it was a large, ripe zucchini; it was at least thirty centimeters [12 inch] long and probably six or seven centimeters [2½-3 inch] thick.

"Um… what's that for?" asked the naïve English boy timidly as the Arab boy carefully cleansed it with his mouth.

"Oh, you will thank me many times later, Rupert," said the scullery boy as he began to rub the smooth end against Rupert's tight but yielding sphincter. "You will be protected as long as you have this inside you."

"What? Inside of me?" gasped Rupert. "You're not gonna put that big thing up my bum are you?"

"Yes Rupert," the boy responded, matter-of-factly. "This will stretch and condition you. Soon, you will be able to take even the biggest man-cocks without any problem. Me… I can take Master's cock easily!"

"Really?" That got Rupert's attention. "So how big is His Lordship and uh, Prince Misha? They look very large indeed."

"Oh, Lordship is!" said the scullery boy. "Very big. Like this." The boy placed the zucchini between his knees and measured at least thirty centimeters [12 inch] with his hands. "Not many boys can take all of him. Maybe some of the older ones."

Rupert's cocklet trembled as it stretched skyward. A drop of clear gooey boy-honey dripped from his pee lips. Just thinking about such a manly cock was driving him wild. But not nearly so wild as when the scullery boy began to push that large vegetable against his sphincter muscle. Rupert instinctively pushed back, and when he did so, a funny thing happened – his anus opened up and the large legume entered his rectum. It didn't just enter, but slipped right in… slipped all the way in until it had disappeared!

"OH FUCK! OH MY FUCKING FUCKER!" Rupert screamed.

"It feels nice, huh Rupert?" asked the scullery boy. "See how easily it went in? You are a natural Rupert."

"Oh yeeeees!" Rupert grunted. "It feels good, soooo fucking good!"

He squeezed his muscles around the assaulting salad-maker, forcing it to slide deeper inside. Then he pushed, making it slide out… out beyond his sphincter. He was 'prairie dogging it and he loved it.

"Oh yeah… feels so good… mmmmm… feels so nice… oh yeah, I can make it move inside me… oh man… feels so big! Like a great big cock!"

Rupert was in anal heaven. It made his cock wag like a happy dog's tail. The scullery boy gasped when he saw it pulsating and plunged his hot hungry mouth onto the perpendicular provocation.

"Uuuuuh!" Rupert groaned loudly. "Oh yeah, that's what I need…a good suck! Oh goodness, you're such a good sucker!"

All the boys at Siwa were experts in the art of fellatio it seemed. Because of the English boy's advanced state of arousal… that, and the excitement of engaging in sexual hanky panky outdoors in a public place… and, of course, the large legume up his poop chute… he knew it wouldn't take long… not long at all… to nut.

"Oh yeah… yeah!" he moaned. "Suck my dickie… oh yeah…oh it feels so good!"

Rupert humped his hips rhythmically as the youngster suckled his steel-like prick and then tickled and teased his enticing testis with his tantalizing tongue. Mmmmm… he felt so warm, so wet, so wonton.

"Ooooooh!" he wailed. "I think I'm gonna cum!"

Suddenly… and frustratingly… a gush of cold air swept over Rupert's pulsating penis. Rather than bring Rupert to ecstatic completion the scullery boy left him to twitch and jerk with sexual anticlimax.

"OOOOOOO… NOOOOOOO!" he moaned.

Still dazed from his close brush with orgasm, Rupert suddenly found the boy's thighs wrapped around his ears. The young scullery mate had scrambled up the wheel and had his legs dangling over Rupert's shoulders while he tried to coax his raging hard-on past the English boy's pouting pink lips.

"Ooooo… yasss," Rupert cooed as his busy tongue licked the knob and stroked the shaft. "Mmmmm yeah… oh you taste so good!"

Soon the cute Arab boy was thrusting his steel hard-on in and out of those soft wet lips.

"Oh Rupert, you are a dream… a dream come true!"

"Move up higher," suggested Rupert. "I want to suck your balls."

"Oh yaaaas, suck my balls," the boy whimpered. "Suck them… yaaaas!"

Rupert gave the boy the best tongue lashing of his young life. He sucked each ball with the care and attention it deserved. He rolled each tiny pearl carefully in his mouth, applying just the right amount of pressure. He knew how to do it just right… Amir had taught him well. Then he sucked behind his nut sack, breathing in the heady aroma that is a boy. He licked his taint making the boy gasp and whimper.

"Oh Rupert, that feels amazing," gasped the boy. "You're amazing!"

Rupert smiled to himself. How quickly he was becoming a sexpert! He returned to the boy's rock-hard tool, bathing it in his warm spit.

"Oh yas… yas!" cooed the boy. "Oh Rupert, I'm cumming… yas, I'm cumming!"

SQUIRT!

Mmmmm…. Hot heavenly salty-sweet boy cream blasted into Rupert's mouth. He swallowed it just in time. Another one was quick to follow.

SQUIRT!

Rupert gulped down another salty offering and hoped for more…

SQUIRT!

One more pungent offering exploded inside his coaxing mouth. Rupert guzzled down that one too. He slid his lips up and down the rigid shaft trying to cajole some more of that cherished nectar he prized so much, but to no avail. That was it. The boy was done. Funny, but none of the boys seemed to be able to squirt quite as much as Rupert.

Rupert was a cum-squirting phenomenon here at Siwa!

After the English boy swallowed his tasty treat, he licked his luscious pink lips and smiled upward at his newest lover.

"That was terrific!"

"Oh yeah, it really was terrific!" agreed the scullery boy as he gazed at Rupert through dreamy eyes. "It was bliss, Rupert!" His perfect little body was shaking with post-orgasmic contentment as he dismounted his lover.

Bang! The kitchen door swung open as yet another kitchen boy emerged.

"Ashref! Quit fucking around and get to work!" he shouted.

The scullery boy kissed Rupert affectionately before reluctantly leaving him.

"Bye Rupert," he said as his hand trailed down the English lad's sweaty chest and torso.

Bye Ashref," said the horny sexually frustrated English lad, his rock-hard cocklet still quivering and quaking with unrequited love.

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