From: fanchaph@news.delphi.com (FANCHAPHAW@DELPHI.COM)
Subject: HAIM-The Boy King     (Fan Cha Phaw)     (boy/boy, man/boy)
Date: 27 Sep 1994 02:34:25 -0000
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HAIM-The Boy King
 
A work of homosexual/intergenerational fiction
 
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HAIM-The Boy King              
 
The following story is fiction, written for the enjoyment of a.s.s 
readers. All characters within this story are fictional, and any 
resemblance between them and real people, alive, dead, or yet to 
be born, is purely coincidental.
 
This story contains frequent scenes of sex and sexuality. This sex 
consists of sex between children, sex between adults and children, 
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HAIM-The Boy King              
 
 
"The King is Dead!"
 
"Long live the King!"
 
 
CHAPTER ONE
 
The citizens of Azor did little mourning for the dead king. Most 
of them had lived through a number of kings from the Zeal line, 
each a little different than the other, each a little worse than the 
last. The kings of Azor enjoyed absolute power over his subjects. 
There was no authority higher than the king's, not even the 
church, which was held sacred among the people of the land.
 
 
Each of the previous kings, going back for as long as anyone 
cared to remember, were perverted in some sense. There was Zeal 
Four, who found great pleasure in using females of all ages for 
his sexual pleasure, and who was said to have had the largest 
harem of any king that ever lived.
 
 
Zeal Five, it was said had a fondness for sadism and torture. 
Many citizens would simply disappear, and it was said that they 
found their way into the dungeons of the king, where there he 
would inflict every imaginable torture on them known to mankind, 
for days and sometimes weeks until they would finally die a 
horrible death. It was also told how the king would then use their 
mutilated bodies for sexual release, not caring if the corpse were 
male or female.
 
 
It was not until the king found that children were especially 
interesting torture vehicles that the masses revolted against them. 
Day after day children, some of them no more than infants, would 
disappear from the country side, never to be seen again. Word 
leaked from the palace that they children had been kidnapped by 
the king, and that they were tortured to death all while the king 
had his penis inside of their vaginas or anuses.
 
 
Zeal Five was literally torn apart by the peasants one day while 
out in his royal coach looking for more additions to his torture 
chamber. With the king dead, the peasants stormed the palace, and 
found the remains of literally hundreds of children. Strapped to 
various torture devices, and in the cells of the dungeon, were 
scores of other children, most who had already faced raped and 
mild torture at the hands of the perverted king.
 
 
Zeal Six was a little milder than Five. He had a fondness for 
early teenage boys, youths who could shoot their seed. Six did 
not kidnap his young sex partners, nor did he treat them badly. If 
the truth be known, the teenagers of Azor were lining up to be 
sucked off by the king, and to climb on top of him when he 
offered them his back side.
 
 
The youthful king was not into fucking the young boys of his 
kingdom. He was much more at home with being fucked by them. 
The king would get his greatest pleasure being roughly fucked by 
the soon to be men of his kingdom.
 
 
The king was not beyond taking a younger boy to his bed with 
him, but any prepubescent who found himself courted by the king 
would for sure have a larger than average penis, for the king was 
fond of boys with big penises.
 
 
Zeal Six passed away after only a year on the throne, and a 
kingdom of boys and young men mourned his passing. Some said 
that the king literally sexed himself to death, while others said that 
he died of syphilis. When word reached the boys that the king 
was diseased, more than one snuck his way to the healers to try to 
save themselves from the same fate that struck down the man.
 
 
When Zeal Seven took the throne, the citizens waited anxiously 
to see what would happen. Little was known about the king, or 
his perversions. One thing was certain, however, and that was if 
he were a part of the Zeal line, there were perversions to be found.
 
 
When little girl after little girl was brought to the palace to have 
an audience with the king, the peasants shook their heads, and 
moaned. The Seventh King of Azor was into little girls. Not long 
would live the king, they joked.
 
 
Zeal Seven fooled everyone by lasting longer than most of his 
relatives. The little girls who were brought to entertain the king 
fell in love with him. The word was passed throughout the land 
that the king would spend hour upon hour with his face buried in 
the vaginas of little girls, licking away at their small treasures. 
Many times the king would bring three or four different girls to 
his palace to spend the night, and lining them all up, side by side, 
on his bed, he would move from girl to girl spending often the 
entire night licking at sucking at them.
 
 
A young girl was never fucked by the king on her first visit, 
and seldom on their third or fourth. It was not until the king had 
his full of licking their small bodies that he would fuck him. It 
was said that once he penetrated a girl with his erection, he would 
never lick them again. His rule against licking girls fucked by 
others was also in effect. The kind would only lick the bodies of 
virgins.
 
 
Little girls who graduated from being licked to being entered 
told stories to the other girls about who kind and gentle the king 
was as he fucked them. Not one of the little girls ever complained 
to anyone about being harmed by the king, not even when for a 
change, he would roll them onto their stomachs and stretch their 
small anuses with his erection.
 
 
Short of stories of the king fucking slave boys brought to the 
palace as spoils of war, and as offerings from rival kings, the king 
was not known to play with the boys of his kingdom. People 
were about to disbelieve that the king actually fucked little boys 
until a few girls, having grown too old for the king to find 
sexually attractive, told of watching as the king fucked the back 
sides of young slave boys.
 
 
When Zeal Seven died, it was the turn of the girls of the 
kingdom to mourn. It seemed that during the years on his throne 
the tongue of the king had found its way into a majority of the 
vaginas of the young girls of the kingdom. Each of them mourned 
him in their own way, knowing that never again would they find a 
king who would love them, or make them feel as good as Zeal 
Seven.
 
 
All over Azor the people waited anxiously to hear who would 
be named king. Several of the likely candidates were hated so 
much by the masses, that jokes were told of how their would be a 
coronation and funeral all on the same day. For days on end, 
while the masses waited patiently for the news of their new rules.
 
 
When after four days no news was heard, the people of Azor 
began to panic. They wondered what no announcement meant. 
Had a king been crowned without a coronation, or was the Zeal 
line finally gone.
 
 
CHAPTER TWO
 
Things in the palace were confusing, to say the least. All of the 
elders of the past kings were huddled together, each of them 
trying to come to agreement as to who should become king of 
Azor. Each of the men argued for their selection frantically, 
knowing that the people would not wait forever for an 
announcement to be made.
 
 
If the house of Zeal looked weak, or unable to select a 
successor for the late king, their opponents would strike, and the 
house of Zeal would be gone forever. Hour after hour, day after 
day the elders argued to no avail. Every time that a vote was 
taken, not one candidate won a majority of the votes.
 
 
Just as it looked as if things were hopeless, Jain, a powerful 
advisor to the last three Zeal kings rose and called everyone to 
listen. Jain was a man to be feared. His ruthlessness while serving 
his king master was well known, as well as his expertness in 
battle. When Jain rose and commanded silence, the crowd quieted 
immediately.
 
 
Jain was an impressive figure standing before the audience of 
the most powerful people in the kingdom. With a voice that 
echoed throughout the corridors of the palace, Jain pronounced 
his verdict on the election of a king.
 
 
"None of you have yet to present a king," he bellowed out into 
the crowds. " Not one of your candidates has even been able to 
muster more than five votes, including that of the one of who 
proposed him. The people will not wait forever, nor will our 
enemies. Right now spies are pouring into the kingdom, having 
been sent by anxious kings of other lands. We must have a king, 
and we must have him tonight."
 
 
The crowds began to mumble and whisper amongst 
themselves. They all knew what was coming. Jain was about to 
announce his own candidate for king, and he was about to bully 
all of them into accepting his choice. Many shuddered at the 
thought of the next vote. Jain and his people would be watching 
how each of them voted. Anyone who voted against Jain would 
be noted, and his future would be bleak.
 
 
"I propose that...," Jain began. The buzzing noise began to rise 
within the great hall, as each of the elders speculated with his 
neighbor on who the choice would be. "I propose that Haim, son 
of Zeal Six be named as Zeal Eight, King of Azor."
 
 
The assembly burst into loud chatter and some laughter. Some 
of those present thought that Jain was joking with them, trying to 
relieve the tension which was going through the assembly at not 
being able to elect a king. Never in their wildest dreams would 
they have thought that Jain could be serious. Zeal Six was not the 
best loved king in their history, not that any of the Zeal Kings 
were, however, they realized that the people of Azor held the sons 
of former kings accountable for the previous actions of their 
fathers. If a king were hated, his sons were hated as well.
 
 
Things grew silent in the great hall, when everyone began to 
realize that Jain was serious. There were loud arguments going on 
within the hall. It was obvious that not everyone agreed with 
Jain's candidate. 
 
 
It was Cam, who finally rose and expressed out loud the 
concerns of the assembly. Cam was perhaps the only man in the 
kingdom that could stand up and argue with Jain. Cam was 
known as perhaps the best warrior in the history of the kingdom. 
He was fearless, and would not back down from any man, even 
Jain.
 
 
Jain smiled as he watched Cam rise to challenge him. Cam was 
also known for his loyalty to the Zeal clan, and it was this loyalty 
which made Jain smile. Cam, when presented with all the facts, 
could choose no other than Haim, son of Six.
 
 
"Haim will be hated and rejected by the masses." Cam shouted 
over the voices of the others. "As son of Six, he will be hated 
before he can ever show what he is made of. Besides the hatred 
which he will have to face, he is just a child. How can a child rule 
a land such as Azor, when the past ten kings have barely managed 
to hold things?"
 
 
Only a man like Cam could have talked out against the past 
kings in that assembly without being torn apart. Only Cam could 
tell each of them, out loud, what they were already thinking, but 
were afraid to voice it.
 
 
"It is exactly for those reasons why Haim will be king." Jain 
bellowed in return to Cam and the assembly. "Not one name 
mentioned here in this hall stands a chance to be king of Azor. Not 
one man mentioned could hold Azor together, and defend it 
against the enemies. Haim is just a boy, yet to be tainted by the 
mysteries of the court. He has yet to learn the perversions of his 
forefathers, which has been a curse on our land. If anyone can 
stand and state that they boy is anything other than a virgin, let 
him do so now."
 
 
Excited whispers could be heard around the hall, as heads 
turned one way and then the other, waiting for someone to speak 
out in regards to the young prince's sexual purity. Some laughs 
were heard at Jain's challenge, however, they were quickly stifled 
by a stern look from both Jain and Cam.
 
 
It was well known that Zeal princes were introduced to sex at 
an early age. Nursemaids fondled and sucked their young charges 
daily, hoping that the early pleasures brought to the future kings 
would pay off for them in the future.
 
 
When a young prince was sold enough to understand what his 
erection was for, males and females of all ages would introduce 
them to every perversion known to mankind. What a sight it 
would have been for the assembly to have seen a twenty-year-old 
woman offer her womanhood to a Zeal prince sporting a miniature 
erection all of three inches long.
 
 
Zeal princes were allowed to roam freely in the harems and in 
the slave yards of the palace. They were spoiled rotten by 
anyone's standards. If a Zeal prince commanded a subject, male 
or female, free or enslaved to perform a sexual act, the person 
complied. There was no other choice. Refusal meant certain death.
 
 
Teachers, nannies, and distant relatives alike plied the young 
boys with all the pleasures known to man, hoping that the child 
would become partial to their offerings, which would eventually 
lead the way to power, fame, and riches for them. Everyone had 
seen it in the past. No Zeal prince had ever gone untouched by the 
corruption and perversions intended to enslave them.
 
 
The assembly grew unusually quiet when not one person stood 
forward with tales of the perversions of the young prince. In 
Azor, to corrupt a prince was a sport, and one which no man or 
woman could pass up a chance at bragging about. Not one 
fondling, one blow job, or one fuck of the prince's royal backside 
could be reported.
 
 
Jain smiled out over the silenced assembly as no one stood 
forward. "The fact is that no one can speak out against the prince, 
because he is pure. Shortly after he was born, I swore that he 
would never be subjected to the perversions which the others 
underwent. Haim was kept pure on my orders, and has been 
protected every since. He was shielded even from his own father, 
who sought his company in his bed when the boy turned seven."
 
 
Gasps could be heard around the room when Jain revealed the 
fact that Zeal Six had wanted to bed his own son. Others giggled 
with the fact that Jain was claiming to have protected Haim from 
the notorious pervert, the man who tortured and raped every boy 
child who struck his fancy.
 
 
"I appealed to Six, as I appealed to others who tried to rob the 
boy of his innocence and virginity." Jain bellowed, quieting the 
crowd once again. "I swore to Six that if he approached the boy in 
a sexual way, that it would be me who brought the end to the 
reign of Zeal Six."
 
 
Once again the crowd went into a frenzy with Jain's news that 
he had threatened the king with death if the boy were touched. 
Everyone present knew that Jain was no liar. They also knew that 
Zeal Six both relied on Jain to keep his enemies at bay, and feared 
him like he feared no other in his kingdom.
 
 
"Now I come before you and present Haim, son of Zeal Six, as 
Zeal Eight; Lord King and Ruler of all of Azor. Let us vote!"
 
 
The sound of the crowd was enough to drive several from the 
room. Everyone was talking and shouting and arguing all at once. 
It was not until Cam stood, raising his arms above his head and 
bellowing for silence, did things calm down. When several in the 
audience would not be silenced by his cries, Cam moved his hand 
towards his sword, and began to withdraw it from its home.
 
 
No one was brave enough to keep up their argument in light of 
Cam's obvious threat. Looking the crowd over to see if there was 
anyone foolish enough to challenge him, Cam bellowed, "Let's 
vote!"
 
 
CHAPTER THREE
 
The vote taken, Jain and Cam quickly moved to order the 
heralds and scribes to proclaim throughout the land that Haim, son 
of Zeal Six was elected Zeal Eight, ruler of all of Azor and its 
subjects.
 
 
With the orders given, both men left the assembly and moved 
towards the quarters of the harem. Both men stopped to gaze as 
they entered the forbidden area. With the tastes of several kings 
present, the harems were filled with males and females of all ages. 
Infants suckling at the breasts of women in the corners told of the 
sexual activates of the inhabitants, even though there was no king 
to support them, or include them in his perversions.
 
 
Naked children of both sexes and of various ages ran around 
the grounds of the harem happily and noisily. A boy and girl, 
looking to be twins of about ten, approached the two men as they 
were about to enter the next chamber of the harem. The twins 
stared openly at the two men, and giggled. Looking down their 
bodies, Jain watched as the girl's fingers rubbed up against and 
then entered her vagina. Glancing over at the little boy, Jain saw 
that his penis was erect, and that he was slowly fondling it. When 
the boy caught Jain's gaze, he smiled and lifted his penis up 
towards the man, offering it to him.
 
 
With a blush covering his face, Jain pulled on Cam's arm and 
the two men moved out of the chamber and into another. Jain 
could hear the children laughing and calling to him as he walked 
away. Turning back for one last glance, Jain's eyes grew wide. 
The boy had moved his hand to his sister's vagina, his fingers 
entering her. The girl grasped her brother's erection in her own 
hand, and was masturbating the boy at a fairly good pace.
 
 
When Cam pulled on his friend's arm, Jain snapped too, and 
followed his friend to the next chamber. Knocking on the door, 
the men were greeted by a large soldier, armed to the teeth. The 
soldier snapped to attention when he recognized Jain and Cam, 
and stood aside allowing the two men to enter.
 
 
Once inside the hallway, the men came upon a large door. 
Reaching for the handle, Jain turned it and pushed as he walked 
into the room. On the floor, in the corner of the room laid Haim, 
playing some child's game. The child looked startled when he 
heard footsteps, and he looked over his shoulder, the fear 
showing on his young face.
 
 
The boy's eyes lit up, and his smile grew as he saw his friend 
Jain walk into the room. The boy jumped up, throwing off the silk 
sheet which had covered him. He was naked, as he often spent the 
day when no one was around to gawk at him. 
 
 
Jain smiled as he saw the boy rise to his feet. The child was 
beautiful, thought Jain. He grew more beautiful to the man each 
and every day. Cam's eyes wandered over the child's body, as 
Haim rose to greet his lifelong friend. 
 
 
Cam was not a lover of boys, or children for that matter, 
however, he had indulged a few times when out on campaign, 
when no women were available to him, and he accepted the 
services of a young page for the night. Cam had also engaged in 
his fair share of pillage when sacking a conquered city, and boy 
ass had been part of the treasures.
 
 
The older man smiled fondly, as he noticed that Haim was 
more beautiful than any boy that he had ever remembered seeing. 
The man looked over towards his friend Jain, and he swore that 
he saw the man's penis jump as the boy began his move towards 
his older friend.
 
 
Jain is in love with the boy, Cam thought to himself. It is very 
clear watching him looking at the boy. It was certain, watching the 
young boy respond to Jain's presence, that he was also in love 
with the man. Cam was certain, however, that the love which the 
two shared was not sexual.
 
 
Haim jumped from about five feet away from Jain, confident 
that his man friend would catch him. Jain reached out his large 
arms and caught the boy in midair, pulling him tightly to his body.
 
 
"I missed you Jain." the young prince told his older friend, as 
the man kissed his cheek and tousled the boy's hair. He held the 
boy to his body with one arm, the boy's buttocks resting on top of 
the man's huge arm. Jain's other hand caressed the boy's back as 
he nuzzled his face into the boy's neck and told him that he had 
also missed him.
 
 
Cam noticed the prominent bulge in the man's pants when he 
set the boy back down onto the floor. He smiled to himself when 
the boy turned towards him with a questioning look on his face, 
and Cam saw that his penis was half erect.
 
 
Jain noticed the boy's confusion. Jain had never brought 
another person with him in the past, and so the boy was fairly 
uncomfortable now that he did. To save the boy any worry, Jain 
told him that the man was Cam, his best friend and a great soldier. 
The boy smiled up at the man, his confusion seemingly ended 
with his friend's explanation.
 
 
When Jain told the boy that Cam was a warrior when his father 
was king, and that he had saved his father's and mother's lives, 
the boy's eyes lit up. He moved away from Jain and towards the 
man who he had heard story after story about from Jain.
 
 
Haim moved towards Cam, and opened his arms, thinking that  
Cam would pick him up and cuddle him as Jain always did. 
Instead of picking him up, however, Cam lowered himself to one 
knee, and said, "Your Majesty, I am at your service, and pledge 
my loyalty to you and your kingdom. Long live Zeal Eight!"
 
 
Haim stopped dead in his tracks, and a look of confusion 
spread over his face once again. He could not understand why the 
greatest warrior in all of Azor would be on his knees before him 
calling him king.
 
 
The boy turned towards his man friend, hoping that he would 
see him laughing, it all a big joke between the two men. As Haim 
turned to Jain, he saw that the man looked at him seriously. 
Haim's eyes asked the question. Jain smiled weakly at the boy 
and shook his head up and down.
 
 
The boy turned back to Cam, who was still on one knee before 
the boy, and then back at Jain who still stood with a half smile on 
his face, and then ran towards the legs of his man friend, burying 
his face into the man's pants.
 
 
"I can't be king," Haim cried into the man's leg. "I am only 
eleven."
 
 
CHAPTER 4
 
Jain tried to calm the young king, for long after Cam had left them 
alone in their embrace. Young Haim cried for a long time on the 
shoulder of his man friend, telling him that he did not want to be 
king, that he could not be king, and finally, that he would not be 
king.
 
Jain did nothing to stop the boy's crying and ranting. He realized 
that the child needed a chance to calm himself, and think things 
over. Once the boy was over the initial shock, Jain decided that he 
would begin to prepare him for his new duties. Jain realized that 
he had only three days to prepare the boy so that he could stand 
proud and strong at his crowning.
 
Not only would the eyes of Azor be upon him that day, most 
likely they eyes of spies from many other lands would be there as 
well. If the child looked weak, and unsure of himself, the word 
would be spread that Azor was ready for attack. Jain's mind raced 
with possibilities, thinking how he could have the child make his 
mark the very first day of his reign. Somehow, he thought to 
himself, he had to make the child strong. He had to undo all of the 
pampering that he had shown the child in less than three days. 
 
Jain shook his head, angry at himself for a second or two, that he 
had spoiled the child like he had. He realized, however, that that 
was the only way that he had been able to save the child. Azor 
needed a king like Haim, and Jain was going to be the one to be 
sure that they got him.
 
Jain picked the young king up into his strong arms, and carried 
him over to the large sitting chair. Once there the man sat down 
and cradled the child in his arms on his lap. Jain hugged the boy 
gently, and began to speak soft words in his ears. Between 
words, the man kissed the boy's hair and ears, and nibbled on his 
neck. This was something which always calmed the child. It was 
something that they had done together since the child was almost 
an infant.
 
Jain's strong hands began to gently caress and rub the child's 
chest. Slowly the man worked his way down the child's arms, 
and then down to his stomach. Jain never tired massaging the 
child's body. He had done it, to comfort him, since he was little, 
and he knew that if necessary, he could continue rubbing him all 
night. Jain had already spent many of nights stroking and 
caressing the young child.
 
Haim's crying slowed to occasional sobs, and then stopped 
altogether. He was being soothed by his man friend, and this 
always made him feel much better. Once he had calmed and stop 
crying, Haim spread his legs a little wider in the man's lap. He 
was expecting something, and when Jain's hand brushed across 
the top of his penis, he sighed happily. Things had not changed. 
Since the child was an infant, Jain would calm and then pleasure 
the child by stroking his genitals.
 
For man and boy, this activity was not really sexual in nature. Jain 
had been masturbating the child for so long, that it seemed a 
natural thing to do. Jain's fingers found the child's deflated penis, 
and as he began to caress and stroke it a little, he felt it come to life 
between his fingers. Little by little the tiny tube began to expand, 
being filled with blood and the child's excitement. With one more 
stroke, Jain smiled to himself. The child was at his full length.
 
Jain was always amazed at the child's genitals. The boy's penis 
had been large every since he was an infant. Now at eleven, the 
boy's erection reached a thin five inches. Jain had seen many boys 
naked in his time, and had seen more child erections than he cared 
to remember. Few boys of Haim's age had penises like his.
 
Haim shifted himself on his friend's lap, and spread his legs 
wider. Jain wrapped his hand around the child's erection, and 
while caressing the boy's testicles with his other hand, he began 
to masturbate him. Haim sighed with pleasure, as his older 
friend's pace picked up to where he liked it. Haim was happy. 
Jain knew how to masturbate him better than he could do himself.
 
Jain, outside of masturbating the boy to calm and relax him, had 
never had sex with the child. Jain realized that the main reason 
why he had protected the child for so long was that he loved him. 
At first, when the child was two and three, Jain thought that he 
protected him because he wanted a son just like him. Later when 
the child was five, and then six, Jain began to spend time with 
him, and first began masturbating him.
 
It was one night when the child was seven, that Jain realized that 
he loved the boy. He had just masturbated the boy to his second 
climax. The boy had bumped and jumped in his arms as his hand 
sped over the child's penis. Almost at once, after Haim's orgasm 
subsided, he fell to sleep in Jain's arms. As the man held and 
cuddled the sleeping child, he realized how much he cared for 
him. It was then that he decided to protect him.
 
Jain could feel Haim's climax beginning to build in his body. 
When the boy was younger, Jain would continue to masturbate 
him when he felt him getting nearer to release, and end it quickly. 
Beginning when the boy was about ten, however, and his 
climaxes were growing more intense, Jain would stop several 
times when the boy neared release, and then start again, so that 
when he finally climaxed, it would be as powerful as possible. 
 
Jain stopped masturbating the boy, and moved his hands to the 
child's testicles, caressing and kneading them between his fingers. 
Haim was not too surprised with this. He knew that Jain would 
masturbate him several times before he let him climax. Even 
though this drove him crazy, he realized that when he finally 
came, it would be better than ever.
 
As Jain played with Haim's testicles, he was deep in thought. He 
wondered how long he could keep his true feelings from the child. 
Haim knew that Jain loved him, there was no doubt about that, 
and Jain knew that the boy also loved him. What Haim did not 
know, however, was that Jain wanted him as his boy; that Jain 
wanted him as his lover.
 
Jain came out of his daydream with a decision. He knew that if 
he did not act fast, he would lose his courage. Standing up, he 
pulled the child into his arms, and began walking. Haim looked 
up at his older friend questioningly. This was something which 
had never happened. Jain would carry him over to his bed, but 
only after he had came. Haim thought that Jain figured that he had 
already cum, and was putting him in bed.
 
Just as Jain laid the naked child on his bed, Haim wrapped his 
arms around the man's neck and told him that he had not yet been 
made happy. Jain told the boy to relax and that he would take care 
of him. Haim looked up at Jain once again. He wondered what 
was happening. Jain had never masturbated him in his bed, it has 
always been in the chair, for as long as he could remember. If 
Haim was in bed when Jain came in to masturbate him, he would 
carry the child to the chair, pleasure him, and then carry him back 
to bed.
 
Haim yelped in surprise, when a few seconds later, he felt 
something wet on his chest. The boy looked down to see Jain 
taking one of his nipples into his mouth. Haim jumped in shock as 
he felt his friend suck on his breast. Haim was not sure what was 
going on. Half of him wanted to stop Jain. He was scared, but at 
the same time, he was more excited than he had ever been. Haim 
knew that Jain was about to show him new things, things which 
would make him feel really good, however, the feelings in his 
body were scaring him. They were ten times as powerful as those 
when Jain masturbated him.
 
Deep in the child's mind, he began to wonder if his man friend 
would suck him all over his body. He shuddered deeply when he 
wondered if his friend would suck him "there."
 
 
End Chapter 4
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CHAPTER 5
 
 
The first few times he would gently caress and then masturbate the 
sleeping child. He was pleased that Haim was a heavy sleeper. If 
the boy had woken up and found him there, he wasn't sure how 
he would explain it.
 
Finally one evening, unable to resist any longer, Jain lowered his 
head to the boy's chest, and began licking his nipples. The boy 
did not stir, which encouraged the man even more. For close to an 
hour, Jain licked and sucked the boy's nipples. When he became 
braver, he let his tongue wander down over the boy's stomach, 
playing at his navel, before diving down to lick around the boy's 
hairless groin.
 
Jain always stopped short of licking or sucking the boy's penis. 
He could not bring himself to do that while the child slept. After a 
few nights of repeating this love making with the sleeping boy, 
Jain pulled out his penis for the first time.
 
Leaning over the beautiful sleeping boy, Jain masturbated himself. 
Afterwards he was racked with guilt, as he cleaned his semen off 
from the boy's body. Haim was a friendly and outgoing as ever 
following his incident, and Jain realized that he had been truly 
sleeping.
 
After a few more times of ejaculating on the child's body during 
the night, Jain wanted and needed more. Settling himself down on 
the bed next to the child, Jain rubbed his erection up and down the 
child's chest and stomach.
 
The man gasped, feeling the young soft skin up against his penis. 
No matter how hard he tried to prolong his cum, he usually only 
lasted two or three minutes. The boy's body was so sensual, so 
warm and smooth, he could not help himself.
 
Two weeks had passed since Jain first touched the boy sexually in 
his sleep. All that he thought about, day or night, was the child 
and going to his bed at night to relieve himself.
 
Three times Jain had tried to draw his sexual attraction from the 
child. The first time he went to an establishment which specialized 
in young boys and girls for sexual pleasure. The proprietor smiled 
lustfully at the man when he requested a young, hairless boy. 
Jain's stare at the man stopped his grin, and sent him running for 
all the hairless boys he could muster.
 
Sending the man out of the room, Jain settled down to inspect the 
boys. There were about ten of them. They looked as if they 
ranged in age from six to eleven, although Jain thought that some 
were older, and had had their pubic hair plucked from their 
bodies.
 
Jain inspected each child carefully, as carefully as he would if he 
were purchasing a new prized possession. In a way it would be a 
prized possession, because if he could find the right child, it 
would save him from going into Haim's room as he slept.
 
Each child was petted, fondled, and brought to erection. Each was 
sucked a little to explore their penises, and each had their anuses 
thoroughly inspected. Jain was disappointed to see that none of 
them, even the youngest, had an asshole which looked anything 
close to virginal.
 
All of the boys, young and old, had gaping, well fucked little 
holes. Jain settled down, finally, with three possibilities. The rest 
he sent from the room.
 
The first boy looked no older than six or seven. He was a thin 
child, with a fairly healthy penis and testicles. He had a long 
foreskin, something which Jain loved. The boy's skin was 
smooth, and he had a nice soft and pudgy backside. The boy's 
blonde hair and blue eyes made him especially attractive.
 
Rolling the boy over on his lap, he parted his buttocks to view his 
anus once again. Almost as soon as he parted the mounds, the 
hole began to expand. Jain figured that he would have no problem 
sinking himself totally inside the child. He would have hoped for 
a virgin boy, or at least one close to being a virgin, but he realized 
that they were probably in short supply, if not totally non-existent 
in that establishment.
 
The second boy was around nine. He had dark hair and dark eyes. 
He had rich, full lips which accented his facial beauty. He was a 
little chubbier than the other two boys, and his penis was not quite 
as large, or generously endowed with foreskin. The child did, 
however, have a beautiful backside, despite the gaping hole which 
revealed itself when the cheeks were parted.
 
The third boy was older than the other two, perhaps around 
eleven. He sported a hard club between his legs which a man who 
loved boys only dreamed of. It was narrow and long, reaching out 
when totally erect to perhaps five inches. The child had a decent 
foreskin and a beautiful pair of nice size eggs, nestled in a pouch 
of pure velvet. The child's backside was not as remarkable as the 
other two, but it was passable. He too, looked to be well fucked. 
Jain decided that this lad had most like done his share of prodding 
the rectums of the adults who rented him as well, something 
which attracted Jain to the lad.
 
Calling the proprietor back into the room, Jain announced that he 
would take the three boys for the night. The man began to protest 
that he had other customers to care for, but stopped dead when he 
looked at Jain's face. Jain was not a man to be denied that night. 
If he wanted all the boys in the house, he would get them, or 
someone would feel his steel in their gut.
 
The boys led Jain down the hallway to the room which had been 
assigned to them. Along the way they talked ad giggled with each 
other about the man who was going to take the three of them for 
the night. The boys talked of their talents and how the man would 
not possible be able to handle all three of them. 
 
Jain smiled to himself as he listened to the boys brag to each 
other. He wondered how much they would be bragging the next 
morning.
 
Once in the room, Jain quickly undressed and moved to the bed. 
He set his sword beside the bed. The boys watched his 
movements carefully, and visibly gulped when they saw his 
sword follow him.
 
Jain ordered the boys to the bed and had them lie down on it side 
by side. Slowly and gently, he began to fondle and caress each of 
their bodies, leaving not an inch of their fronts untouched.
 
Separating one from the rest, Jain lowered his head and began 
licking and sucking the child from neck to navel. Once he had 
thoroughly licked the child's hairless groin, Jain lowered his head 
further and sucked the boy's erection and testicles into his mouth 
with one gulp. 
 
Concentrating on the hard little penis, Jain had the child trashing 
around on the bed in a matter of moments, as he expertly sucked 
the youngster off. The other two boys watched their friend 
questioningly, knowing that his thrashing and moans were not fake. 
They use to laugh at how they could perform when a man sucked 
them. The men who has sucked their penises had been amateurs 
compared to the big, burly man who was now working on their 
friend.
 
CHAPTER 6
 
 
The other two boys began to masturbate themselves. They were 
getting horney watching their friend enjoy himself so much. Jain 
caught this from the corner of his eye, released the boy's dick 
from his mouth, and growled at the boys to leave their dicks 
alone. The boys did so immediately, knowing that Jain was no 
one to fool around with.
 
Once all three boys were sucked until their penises shrunk with 
exhaustion, Jain laid back and told the boys what to do. He 
ordered them to alternate between his tits, dick, and balls. He told 
them that he wanted to cum good. He told the boys that when he 
came, each boy was to be ready to trade places with the other so 
that each could get his fill of cum. He told the boys that they 
would take his liquid in their mouths and swallow all of it down.
 
The boys jumped to attention, and scurried around to get into 
place when Jain bellowed, "Do a good job!"  Jain smiled happily 
as the three boys worked his body over. They had talent, that was 
obvious. As soon as one boy's mouth left his tits, anothers 
mouth would replace it, and he would feel the other boy on his 
dick or balls.
 
Considering the size of his tool, he had to admit that they all did a 
great job sucking him. He made a note that the well hung eleven-
year-old swallowed almost half of his length without any trouble 
at all.
 
His dick was in the mouth of the seven-year-old when he grunted 
and began shooting his seed. The other two boys immediately 
noticed what was happening, and got into position to trade his 
dick off between them as they were told.
 
Jain held onto the youngest boy's head for a moment or so, 
shooting two or three gobs of his cum down the boy's throat. As 
soon as he released the child's head, the mouth was replaced with 
that of the eleven-year-old. The child sucked eagerly, and was 
rewarded with a few more bursts. The nine-year-old followed, 
and received the final burst, and was left to cleanup the dribbles. 
Jain could not remember having cum so hard, or so much in a 
long, long time. He smiled up happily at the boys, which made 
them sigh a collective breath of relief.
 
Jain had the boys perform sexually for him while he rested. He 
laid back and watched them suck each other, sixty nine, and jack 
each other off in a frenzy.
 
Ready for another round of fun, Jain told the boys to alternate 
laying on their stomachs. He told them that one of them had to rim 
the other two, and then lay down and switch places. He warned 
them that he wanted to see their tongues buried in each other's 
butts. The boys complied, and Jain began to grow erect again 
watching the little tongues darting in and out of the not so little 
assholes.
 
Jain had the three boys lie down beside each other once again, this 
time on their stomachs. Although he was not sure that he wanted 
to do so at first, he lowered his head and rimmed each of their 
asses. The man had to smile to himself as he felt his tongue slide 
deeply inside of their bodies. He wondered if he pushed too hard 
if his head would slip inside as well.
 
Once he had tasted each of them, he had the youngest boy suck 
his penis once again, telling the lad to leave him wet. Jain placed 
the boys in such a position that he could easily move from one 
body to the next.
 
Starting with the oldest, Jain placed his penis up against the anus 
and pushed downward. There was only the slightest resistance, 
and the boy gasped only once as he felt the man's huge penis 
sliding into him.
 
Habit took over, and the boy loosened his backside, ready for 
the man to fuck him madly, as the men usually did. The boy 
remembered back to the first night that he was at the house for 
children. He was five. His parents had sold him to the man who 
ran the house because they could not afford to feed him. 
 
The boy's father had called him, and told him to follow him out to 
the back of their shack. There was an enclosed area in which they 
bathed. The man brought the boy there, and told him to get out of 
the few clothes which he wore. The boy thought that his father 
was going to bathe him.
 
The boy watched as his father removed his clothes as well. Once 
naked the man motioned the boy over to him. The little boy was 
shocked and tried to resist when his father reached out and began 
roughly pulling on his little penis. The man slapped the boy hard 
on his buttocks and told the child to stand still. He warned the boy 
that if he did not do everything that he said, he would beat him 
raw right there.
 
The boy whimpered as the man caressed and tugged at his little 
dick. Despite himself, the boy grew hard. He gasped once again 
as the man lifted him up off the ground, turned him upside down 
and took his penis and testicles into his mouth. The man sucked 
the child for several moments, and then began to run his tongue 
between his legs to his crack. The boy wondered what was 
happening when he felt his father's tongue probing at his tiny 
hole.
 
Pulling the boy's legs farther apart, the man thrust his tongue hard 
against the hole. The boy felt the tongue enter him, and thought 
that this was very dirty, what his father was doing to him. After 
rimming his son's ass for several moments, the man set the boy 
down on the ground again, and ordered him to take a hold of his 
penis.
 
Another hard swat on his backside convinced him to comply. The 
boy felt the tears running down his cheeks as he opened his mouth 
and closed it around his father's penis as he was ordered to. The 
boy sucked as good as he could, however, it was not good 
enough, and so the man took a hold of his head and began fucking 
the boy's mouth. The boy thought that he would be choked to 
death.
 
Just when he thought that he would pass out, the man removed 
his penis from his mouth, and shot his cream all over his face. 
While the angry penis was still spurting the man roughly thrust it 
back inside the boy's, still opened, mouth and exhausted himself 
there.
 
When the child made a motion as to spit out his fathers semen, the 
man put his hand to the child's mouth and told him to swallow it. 
The looked wide-eyed at the man, but swallowed when he saw 
him raise his hand again to hit him.
 
Taking the boy over to a bench which was in the corner, the man 
lifted him up and laid him down on top of it. The man then laid 
down beside the boy. Pulling the child's buttocks open, he placed 
his penis up against the boy's anus, and began rubbing it all 
around the anal area.
 
The child could feel his father's hot breath on his neck as he 
probed his virginal hole. Just when the boy thought that his father 
was about to push his penis inside of him, the man lifted to boy's 
legs and slid his penis in between them. Closing the boy's legs 
tightly, the man told him to hold his legs tight.
 
The man told him that he wanted his ass, but that he had sold him 
untouched, and he had to stay that way. His father told him that he 
had a mind to fuck him right them and there and then keep him to 
fuck as much as he wanted.
 
As the man thrust in and out of his son's legs, he told the boy that 
it wouldn't matter much if he were the first. He told the boy that 
as soon as his ass had been opened by someone who would pay 
dearly for it, he would visit and have it himself.
 
The boy sighed as he remembered that his father had been good to 
his word. The very night that the boy had been brought to the 
house by his father, he found himself naked in bed with a man.
 
The man did all of the same things to him that his father had done, 
and made him do those things back to him. When the man began 
to push his dick up against his asshole, however, he did not stop 
and slide it between his legs, he kept pushing it inside of him, 
despite the cries, screams, and struggling of the little boy.
 
The boy remembered that he had passed out several times from the 
pain. Each time that he woke up, the pain would be renewed, the 
man still fucking him in his hole.
 
The man kept him in his bed the entire night, and fucked him more 
times that he could count. For a week afterwards, the boy was 
kept in bed, recovering from the assaults on his tiny body.
 
Soon after he was allowed out of bed, he was led to another room 
where a man was waiting for him. The boy began to cry as soon 
as the door was closed behind him.
 
The boy perked up when the man turned, and he saw that it was 
his father. The man undressed and took the by to the bed, and 
good to his word, he fucked his son several times before he 
finally left him.
 
Every year, for the next six years, his father would appear on his 
birthday, take him to a room, and spend the night fucking him in 
his ass. As the years progressed, the pain stopped, and the boy 
became use to being fucked. 
 
On his eleventh birthday, when his father appeared as usual, the 
boy was ready. All during the several fucks which took place, the 
boy cooed and wiggled his backside around, saying "Fuck me 
Daddy. Fuck me good."
 
Once the man fell asleep the boy rolled him over onto his stomach, 
took his knife from his belt, and while holding the blade up 
against the man's neck, climbed on top of him, and stuck his 
formidable erection inside the man dry.
 
The man woke up with a start, and cried out in pain. The son 
quickly made the knife's presence clear and told him to shut up or 
he would cut his throat. 
 
For the next several hours the boy fucked his father's ass raw. 
The man, who had never been fucked in his adulthood, cried like 
his son had done when he was little and was being raped.
 
When the boy was finally satisfied, he told the man to get dressed 
and to leave. He told him that if he told, he would kill him, and 
that if he ever came back, he would cut his dick off.
 
The man looked into his son's eyes, his own filled with fear. 
There had been tales of ass boys doing terrible things to men who 
fell to sleep after fucking them. For the first time in his entire life, 
the man feared his son. He left quickly, never to return to the 
establishment.
 
END CHAPTER 6
 
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The previous story was presented by Fan Chaw Phaw.
We can be reached at fanchaphaw@delphi.com