Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 17:17:04 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sultan's Favorite Boy, Part 5

The young boy stood in stunned silence as he watched the dark-
haired teenager walk to the end of the garden courtyard and
disappear into the ornate building. Salim had just spent the
afternoon in the company of the handsome 14-year-old Turk whom he
knew only as Osman... talking, laughing, singing, playing... and
finally engaging a glorious session of passionate lovemaking. It
was then that the boy had given his virginity to this utterly
charming older youth with whom he had quickly fallen in love. And
now to discover that he was none other than Sultan Osman II, the
ruler of the Ottoman Empire -- a vast realm that stretched from
the heartland of Eastern Europe to mountains of Persia.

The middle-aged servant standing beside Salim -- plump, bald, and
wearing a long robe of fine material -- talked in a chatty
monologue as he helped himself to the left-overs from the food
basket. Salim had learned over the past week to identify such men
as being eunuchs... individuals whose manhood had been robbed
from them, but who nonetheless seemed to be powerful
functionaries in the sultan's government.

"Did you hear what his majesty said as he left, boy? He wants you
in his bed tonight," said the man, speaking in Turkish. "Some new
pages spend a week waiting just to be examined by his majesty,
and you will be sharing his bed on your first night. You are off
to a good start, lad."

As the man continued talking, it became ever more clear to the
young Bosnian peasant-boy how his life had taken yet another
abrupt turn... making him one of nearly 200 page-boys who served
the sultan in a variety of ways. Most had been brought to the
palace in the 10 months since Osman ascended the throne. One
might say that the sultan collected beautiful and exotic boys as
a hobby. He sent out squads of court eunuchs to search the
furthest reaches of the Empire to find the finest examples to add
to his collection.  Salim had been selected thus... plucked from
a troop-ship carrying 500 boys who had been newly recruited
(enslaved, to be more precise) to serve in the sultan's Janissary
army. 

Salim listened as the man explained that a similar number of
girls and young women composed the sultan's harem. The bisexual
sultan was nearly as enthusiastic about finding girls who
appealed to him as he was in acquiring the most desirable boys.

As the eunuch was finishing the last of the food, Salim saw
another person entering the garden. He had the shaved head and
was dressed in the same flowing robe as the various eunuchs that
Salim had encountered since he left Bosnia. But this one was
younger. His round face -- smooth and plump -- made it difficult
to tell, though, whether he was a 19-year-old or a 14-year-old.
Indeed, were he not so large (several inches taller than Salim,
with a husky build) he might pass for an even younger age.  The
new arrival bowed slightly to the older eunuch and spoke to him
in a respectful and soft tone.

"Greetings,  Ibrahim. The majordomo has directed me to inform you
that your services are needed in the Council chamber.  I have
been assigned by the page-master to be this boy's mentor. He is
now the sultan's erkek chocuk favori."

"Erkek chocuk favori?!" echoed the man. "But he's just arrived!"
His face showed surprise as he looked over at Salim, and his eyes
studied the lad, who was clad only in the thin cotton
undergarment that Janissary cadets wore beneath their wool
uniform pants. He had not really paid attention to the boy's
appearance previously, and he smiled as he took note of Salim's
flaxen hair, his eyes the color of the summer sky, and his full
red lips. As Ibrahim scanned down the boy's torso, he thought to
himself that the lad would soon be maturing to broad-shouldered
and strong-chested adolescence... but for now his body was a
model of delightful boyhood beauty. Small nipples, only slightly
darker than his smooth lightly-tanned chest, came to tiny points
as the autumn breeze blew across them. As the eunuch's eyes
dropped further, he noticed the bulge of well-proportioned
genitals outlined beneath the soft flimsy undergarment. "Yes," he
mused aloud; "I can see why." He bowed slightly to Salim and
waddled off quickly.

Salim was absent-mindedly staring at the young eunuch, and also
wondering about the meaning of the Turkish phrase the men had
been used to describe him.  The plump teenager stared back at
Salim with an enigmatic expression on his face. 

"You look at me in curiosity, lad. I'll guess you have not seen a
younger member of my Brotherhood."

Salim blushed and cast his eyes down. "Forgive me, sir. I did not
mean to be rude," said the boy in formal Turkish. "But you are
correct. All the other... uh... the ones who were... the ones
like you...."

"Do not be embarrassed to call me a eunuch, for that is what I
am. There is no shame in being of the brotherhood of eunuchs in
the sultan's court. It is a source of pride for me.... But no
matter. I am here to be of service to you as your mentor and
attendant. My superior tells me, Salim, that you are a country
boy, fresh from the mountains of Bosnia. If that is so, you will
need all the help you can get," he said with a slight smile. "My
name is Yusef, and you should feel free to speak to me in the
informal mode if you wish. Perhaps you would allow me to speak
informally to you as well."

"Yes, sir.... I mean, sure, Yusef. Thanks!"

"Or we could converse in Bosnian, if you wish," he said,
switching fluently to the Bosnian dialect and watching Salim's
eyes light up with joy. "Do you have any questions of me?"

Salim was so relieved to be speaking in his native tongue that
his words flowed out in a tumble.

"Oh, Yusef. I have ten thousand questions and don't know where to
start! Only 10... no, 11 days ago, I was tending my family's
garden and feeding the goats. Then I became a Janissary cadet.
And now I am to be the sultan's page. It is all too much for my
brain to hold!"

"Not a mere page, Salim. The sultan has made you his erkek chocuk
favori, which means his favorite among all the pages. It is a
formal rank and it means that you have become one of the more
important people in the Empire. You will live a very luxurious
life henceforth, and as the sultan's  consort you may even be
consulted sometimes when he makes decisions in matters of state. 
You will be at his majesty's side much of the day... and in his
bed on most nights."

Salim again felt his brain tumbling into a swirl of unreality. "I
am what?... But... but I do not wish for power. Or luxury either.
I expected only to be a Janissary and be trained to fight in the
sultan's army."

"The will of Allah is sometimes difficult for men to understand,
Salim.  But trust the Almighty to lead you on the right path. For
now, Allah in His wisdom has made you the sultan's favorite boy.
Fulfill your destiny by doing your best."

"The sultan said that he loves me, Yusef," mused Salim, thinking
about how he had told Osman the same words in return. "Could this
be true, or was he just saying it to tease me?"

"I have no doubt that he loves you, Salim. But his majesty's whim
is our absolute command, and he is but 14 years old. Sometimes he
fall out of love too."

"Was there a favorite boy before me then?"

"Yes; there have been several. The one who was favorite until
this afternoon is named Nassim... a Persian boy of extraordinary
beauty."

"And what will he do now, if he is no longer the favorite?"

"That is something I do not know, Salim. Perhaps he will remain
in the group of 10 pages who are called the 'first rank'. They
are the sultan's most regular pleasure-givers... after the
favorite, of course. But he could go on to other things. He was
born a Muslim, so he cannot become a Janissary, but often-times a
sultan's page will receive training so that he may become an
official in the government." [Yusef was unaware of Nassim's
upcoming fate... mentioned at the end of Part 4.]

"I'm not sure I can do this, Yusef. How can I be the favorite if
I know nothing of the sultan's court? You must tell me
everything! How shall I please the sultan? Tell me all about the
him. And all about the palace. I heard from your fellow eunuch...
Ibrahim was his name?... that the sultan has many boys and girls
in his service.   Can he actually make love to all of them?"

"There is indeed much for you to learn, young one. And some of it
you will need to figure out for yourself. You must quickly become
astute at reading his majesty's moods and correctly guessing his
desires so that you may serve him appropriately.  The sultan is
wise for his years, but he still has the impulsiveness of youth.
One thing you should know is that he is in the prime of his
virility, and he strives to discover new ways of sexual arousal
and satisfaction. My Brotherhood runs the sultan's household, and
we supervise the pages and harem-girls. It has been thus for
almost 300 years, under 20 sultans, so we are rather adept at
arranging activities that will satisfy his majesty. Like many of
his predecessors, he delights in being provided with a variety of
beautiful  faces and bodies. It pleases him to be entertained by
the dancing and singing and play-acting of his young attendants,
and we arrange erotic melodramas to be performed at his meals or
in the privacy of his bedchamber. And sometimes it pleases him to
join in the play-acting as well, though he does so only in his
bedchamber. You will have an interesting time of it, as his
consort and constant companion. And I will soon tell you in more
detail how to please him, but now let us get you settled in your
new living quarters and clothed in a manner appropriate to the
sultan's favorite boy. Leave your soldier's uniform here; you
will no longer need it."

The two of them entered the building, and Yusef led the way
through twists and turns of corridors. When at last he opened a
door and motioned Salim inside, the boy was stunned by the
opulence of the furniture and fine fabrics and gilded decorative
elements of a room that was 40 feet square.

"The sultan's bedchamber is on the other side of this wall," said
Yusef. "Do you see this sliding panel? Through it, you may
discreetly observe what goes on in the next room. It pleases the
sultan to be watched by his favorite while he engages in sexual
activity with others. I trust you are not given to jealously.
Most times, however, you will be an active participant when
others serve him in his bedchamber.... Now, remove your garment,
and I will bathe you and dress you in proper attire."

Yusef went over to a fireplace where an iron pot hung over a low-
burning flame. He ladled warm water into a large bowl, got a
sponge from a shelf, and brought them back as Salim was slipping
the cotton undergarment down his hips.  When Salim was standing
naked, Yusef noticed the boy's uncut foreskin and clicked his
tongue disapprovingly.

"You still have the penis of an infidel, I see. Most likely, that
will be attended to first thing tomorrow."

"Attended to?"

"It would be unacceptable for the sultan's favorite to be unclean
in the eyes of Allah. The court physicians will remove the extra
skin so that you will be purified and can become a Muslim."

Salim instinctively brought his hands down to shield his
genitals. "Does it hurt when they do this, Yusef?"

The eunuch was already sponging Salim's back and buttocks as he
talked. "Do not be concerned, Salim. They will feed you a drug
called opium, which dulls your senses and keeps you from feeling
any pain. I had mine clipped a few days after the slave merchants
took my balls. I assure you that losing one's balls is far more
significant in its consequences. And anyone in the palace will
tell you that the sight of a trimmed cock is more esthetically
pleasing... though some think that an infidel cock has a certain
primitive and exotic appeal. Now, lean over and spread the globes
of your ass apart so that I may clean you there." When he saw
Salim's inflamed flesh and a trickle of dried blood, he said "You
are not accustomed to being penetrated by a cock, are you?" Salim
shook his head. "It must have hurt then, when the sultan took you
in the courtyard."

Salim was startled momentarily that others had been observing as
Osman had made love to him, but he said only: "It hurt at
first... in fact it burned like fire. But the sultan was very
gentle, and I came to enjoy it greatly at the conclusion."

The eunuch spoke with sympathy and concern: "A boy who feels pain
when he is penetrated cannot concentrate on being a good lover.
Let me do something to stretch you there, that you might more
easily accept his love tonight." And Yusef went quickly to a
cabinet and returned with an object of smoothly-carved ivory... a
shaft as long as Osman's cock, but thicker. It tapered a bit near
its wide base -- a groove where it would be held in place by the
recipient's anal muscle. Yusef oiled the dildo and had Salim hold
his ass-cheeks apart again. With Yusef's gentle touch and
instructions to push out against the insertion, the wide plug was
quickly imbedded in the boy's rectum. Salim stood up straight,
feeling a warm rush of pleasure in his bowels. The fullness and
pressure made his anal nerves tingle, and brought exciting
feelings to his loins. He recalled the feeling of Osman's cock
sliding erotically inside his body, in the final drive toward
orgasm, and how he had actually been begging the teenager to fuck
him harder and faster.

The eunuch resumed washing Salim's body, coming around to sponge
his genitals. He saw immediately that the lad's penis was rigidly
erect. Salim blushed with embarrassment and started to mumble an
apology. He had learned only recently how the sight of his naked
body -- especially when his cock rose up -- tended to inflame the
passions of some men.

"I care not that your member is stiff, Salim. It just makes it
all the easier to clean," said Yusef cheerfully, as he dipped a
soft cotton cloth in the water, retracted the boy's foreskin, and
dabbed at the purplish glans and upper shaft. "Naturally, I am
aware that you are quite beautiful... I'm not blind... but I feel
no lust for you. Your stiff penis means no more to me than your
elbow or thumb." He continued washing the boy until he was
satisfied. "There. The extra skin on your member may make you
unclean in the eyes of Allah, but I will at least be satisfied
that it is as clean as I can make it for the mouth of the sultan.
You're already aware, I think, that he enjoys taking a boy's
penis between his lips."

Salim merely smiled, wistfully recalling Osman's  oral attentions
during the interlude of lovemaking out in the garden, which Yusef
or others from his Brotherhood apparently had been spying upon.

As Yusef dried Salim's body with a towel, he said: "So you will
be 12 years old in three days, eh? You seem mature for one of
that age."

"Three days? You know this with exactness?" said Salim with
surprise. "I never learned to use a... a..."

"A calendar?" asked Yusef, and Salim bobbed his head. "The
bureaucrats in your home province keep very accurate records of
newborn boys... the better to assure a plentiful collection of
the boy-tax."

Then Yusef brought over a tray with small bottles and jars.

"Hmmm... Which scents shall I use to adorn you?" he said, almost
to himself. "Usually it is best to choose a selection of smells
that matches the aspects of your nature. Let's see.... You are
pure and innocent, so I will place the scent of delicate
wildflowers here. And you are certainly beautiful... a touch of
rose oil here.  Your rural earthiness calls for a mixture of
herbs down here..."

The eunuch put tiny drops of scented oils at various places on
Salim's naked body -- the base of his still-erect penis, the
place where the cleft of his ass met his back, on his neck just
behind his ear, within each armpit, the middle of his back
between his shoulder blades, and a mixture of several
complementary scents rubbed into Yusef's palms and then brushed
lightly through Salim's hair. Salim closed his eyes and let the
skillfully combined smells fill his nostrils and stimulate his
senses.

When Salim spoke again it was to ask a question that had been
turning in his mind. In a tentative voice, cautious about giving
offense, he asked "Yusef... when your balls were removed... how
did it happen? And why?"

"Let's see... I would have been 8 years old when it happened; a
ragamuffin street urchin in Sarajevo, half a lifetime ago. I was
from a big family. Lots of children and no money to speak of.  I
suppose my parents got an offer from the slave merchant that was
too good to turn down, so in the blink of an eye I went from
playing in the alley with my friends to riding in a caravan
headed toward Istanbul. The first night, they stretched me out
naked on a wooden table in a blacksmith shop. While four men held
me down, another pulled on my little sack and held my penis out
of the way. A sixth man took a knife from the smithy's fire,
glowing red-hot. It was done in a second, the wound instantly
cauterized by the heat. I was lucky, and didn't become ill
afterwards, as often happens. A few boys even die from the
procedure. Since a eunuch slave-boy sells for twice the price of
one who has not been transformed, it's worth the slaver's risk.
Some eunuchs have their penis cut off as well, and if they have
the good fortune to survive that, they fetch a much higher price
yet.

"As for why... you'll find that the palace is staffed almost
exclusively by men of my Brotherhood and by young eunuch-boys. We
are the only ones trusted to be around the pages and harem-girls,
because we do not lust for them. We would not really be able to
take one of them sexually in any event. But just to be sure, the
most prized of the harem-girls are attended by eunuchs who have
had their penis removed.

"Like the many eunuch-boys you will see around the palace, at
first I did household work and was a serving-boy at banquets.
When I reached 15, I was officially inducted into the
Brotherhood.... My head was shaved and I came under the
supervision of the page-master. That was two years ago, and here
I am now... personal attendant to the sultan's favorite! I must
admit to having feelings of vanity about my rapid advancement."

"I'm glad they selected you, Yusef. I feel already that you are a
friend. But, if I may inquire further... have you never had sex?
Does your penis never stiffen?" asked Salim, with honest
curiosity.

"Oh, my penis can stiffen -- with some encouragement -- much as
it could when I was an 8-year-old and still had a tiny pair of
balls hanging below it. Here... observe," he said, and lifted his
robe to reveal a stubby 1-inch appendage, made all the more
insignificant by his pudgy belly and thighs. Not a single hair
sprouted from his crotch. And where there should have been a
scrotum, there was nothing. With the vigorous manipulation of
fingers, the penis became half-hard and stood out barely more
than 2 inches. "It gives ticklish sensations, but I'm well aware
it is not the same thing you feel when your member is fondled."
He dropped his robe again.

"When I came to the sultan's palace, only a month after my
parents sold me, I was given extensive instruction in the ways of
pleasing a man. You'll find that many men have a fondness for
taking a young eunuch boy to their bed. Now that I am in the
Brotherhood and a page-attendant, I no longer engage in those
activities. But as a young serving-boy, I gave blow jobs beyond
counting and took a cock up my backside numerous times. But for
me it was just another task... like sweeping the floor or
polishing silverware. I always tried to do it well, and was proud
when my efforts were pleasing to whichever man I served, but that
was it. Having witnessed the power that lust exerts over men, I
suspect I am the happier for not being subject to such forces.

"But enough of this talk. It will be time for the evening banquet
soon, Salim. I need to instruct you in how to attend to his
majesty properly." And Yusef proceeded to explain the details of
the upcoming festivity... describing the sorts of men who would
be there as courtiers and guests... the ways in which Salim
should act and the things he should say... the entertainment that
would accompany the food... and the erotic atmosphere that would
increase as the evening progressed. The eunuch even taught Salim
a song in Turkish that he might sing if called upon. 

"I must emphasize one very important element of court protocol,
lad," he said gravely. "Although many guests at the banquet --
perhaps all of them -- will be quite open in the quenching of
their lust, the Sultan must not be so flagrant. It is a long
tradition that the sultan's virile member shall not be displayed
at such a public setting. You may, of course, show yourself to
him and everyone else if it pleases him. And there will be a slot
in his robe through which you may insert your hand to fondle him
discretely. But it would be unacceptable for his cock to be
uncovered. Do you understand?" asked the eunuch. Salim nodded his
head.

And finally, Yusef instructed the boy as to what he might expect
when he and the sultan... and perhaps others as well... retired
to the privacy of the sultan's bedchamber for a night-cap of
sexual pleasure. He ascertained that Salim was comfortable
keeping the dildo embedded in his bottom through the course of
the evening, and he promised to remove it from the boy's bottom
when the banquet ended.

The eunuch then dressed the boy -- in a tunic of dark-red satin
and baggy trousers of black silk. Salim wore no undergarment, and
he felt his cock rise up as it brushed against the  loose fabric.
And he smiled gratefully when Yusef brought a pair of velvet
sandals -- not leather boots -- for his feet.

Salim followed Yusef through the hallways until they reached an
enormous and lushly-decorated banquet room. Three tables formed a
U-shape, with the area in the center open and covered with rich
oriental rugs. Yusef had explained that the four most-honored
guests would be at the center table with the sultan, each
attended by one of the sultan's collection of beautiful page-boys
and harem-girls. Two dozen other men, arranged in declining order
of rank and status, would be sitting along the sides... each
personally served by a young eunuch-boy who knelt beside the
guest's richly upholstered chair.

Music was playing in the background -- stringed instruments, some
plucked and others bowed; several kinds of reed flutes; small
cymbals; and three drummers playing a complex rhythm on hand-
drums.

The room began to fill quickly with the lower-ranking courtiers
and guests, as Salim knelt down on a cushion in front of a
leather divan where Osman would sit. To his right knelt a girl of
14 years, with light brown skin, long black hair, and small cone-
shaped breasts visible beneath her transparently thin silk shirt.
Next to her was a blond-haired boy of 12 years. Both of them
possessed exquisitely beautiful faces, and both looked over at
Salim with outwardly polite smiles but suspicious curiosity in
their eyes. Turning to his left, Salim saw two more young
beauties. He noticed immediately that they were symmetrical
opposites of the first two -- a 14-year-old dusky-skinned
adolescent boy and a younger blond girl who was naked above the
waist, except for a ribbon of silk fabric across her nipples that
emphasized the near-flatness of her chest.

The entry of the sultan and primary guests was well orchestrated.
One at a time, in rising order of their importance, they entered
the room and were greeted with a kiss by the boy or girl who
would serve them at the meal (and stay with them through the
night if the guest so desired), and were led to their place at
the head table. First out was a provincial governor from Syria,
who was assigned the young blond boy to Salim's right; then the
Russian ambassador, who received a kiss on the cheek from the
older girl; followed by the visiting Pasha of Athens who seemed
quite pleased with the young blond girl; and finally the army
general who commanded the sultan's praetorian guard of Janissary
soldiers, who eyed the handsome adolescent boy with an expression
that was a mixture of hauteur and lust.

When the sultan entered, everyone in the room stood up and bowed
so low that their foreheads practically touched their knees.
Salim was the first to rise up, following the instructions Yusef
had given, and took Osman's right hand and kissed it.

"Salim, my love," said the sultan in a soft voice. "You have not
left my thoughts in the hours since we parted this afternoon.
Impossible as it seems, you look even more beautiful now than
when we were together in the garden."

"It fills me with pride that I please you, your majesty," said
Salim in formal Turkish. Then he smiled and said softly "I have
thought much of you too, sire."

"You will call me Osman. It is the prerogative of my favorite and
nobody else. And you alone shall speak to me in the informal
mode. Understood?" And the sultan embraced Salim and kissed him
gently on the lips.

Salim answered with his lips and tongue and body, oblivious to
the roomful of guest who remained bent forward as the two boys
kissed. 

"You smell delightful, my precious one; I am impatient for the
time tonight when I may truly show you the depth of my love,"
whispered the sultan as he broke the embrace. Then, in a loud
voice: "Greetings, my honored dinner companions. Rise up and
accept my hospitality."

From the corner of the room, an obese middle-aged eunuch clapped
his hands twice. Doors opened and large trays of food and
pitchers of sweet tea and juices were swiftly brought in. Each of
the eunuch boys, who ranged in age from 8 to 14, moved quickly to
serve the guest to whom he had been assigned.

The friendly banter of men filled the room with noise. No women
were present as guests. The sultan exchanged small-talk with the
guests at the head table, in a loud voice to be heard over the
din of talking and music. Salim knelt beside the sultan, feeding
him morsels of food with his fingers. He looked for guidance to
the actions of the four comely youths who attended the men to
whom they had been given for the evening. The sultan and the four
men at the head table sat back on cushions, away from the table,
and they casually fondled their attendants as they ate and talked
and laughed. Osman's hand was on Salim's body almost
continuously, stroking and caressing. And sometimes he would
motion Salim to sit beside him on the love-seat, snuggling the
boy against him, kissing his lips. When the sultan's fingers
snaked beneath the loose waistband of Salim's silk pants and
toyed with his penis, it became instantly stiff.

Osman gently masturbated the boy, sliding the foreskin back and
forth over the slender head of the boy's rigid 4-inch shaft. He
whispered into Salim's ear: "Your stalk is the very essence of
eroticism, my beautiful infidel. Merely touching you sends
shivers through me. When we get to my bedchamber, dear Salim, my
lips and tongue will pay homage to you in way that mere fingers
are incapable."

As the meal progressed at a leisurely pace, Osman and Salim
became increasingly absorbed with each other... talking, playing,
laughing. The sultan invented a game in which he would hold a bit
of food between his lips, and Salim would nibble it from his
grasp... then Salim would giggle and place a morsel between his
own lips for Osman to eat.

The Syrian governor remarked quietly to his young serving boy,
who was seated on his lap: "Your cute little friend and the
sultan are like lovebirds. Look at how they feed each other!"

"I have observed it, honored master," grinned the 12-year-old
(who was now naked from the waist down), "But truthfully, I've
not even met the sultan's attendant. He is indeed appealing,
though."

"As are you, little one," said the official, as he kissed the boy
and resumed diddling his immature penis.

Some 40 minutes into the meal, the sultan stood up. Total silence
fell over the room immediately.

"You no doubt have noticed my dining companion. You've not seen
him before, but he is my new favorite."

Murmurs of approval rose up throughout the room. Phrases such as
"an exquisite choice, sire" and "he is indeed beautiful, your
majesty" filled Salim's attentive ears.

"And he has the voice of an angel to match the perfection of his
form," said Osman. "Before the entertainment begins tonight,
perhaps Salim will sing a song for me."

Salim silently thanked Yusef for preparing him so well. He stood
up beside the sultan, looked around the silent room, then
directed his attention back to Osman and began to sing. The rich,
high voice that had charmed the sultan that afternoon sounded
even sweeter inside the quiet banquet hall as he sang a love song
in Turkish:

"You have come to me to open my eyes,
and your body to me is a window.
You have come like the night, that comes to the owl,
To show him all things in the dark...."

Every person in the room listened in rapt attention as the Salim
sang the familiar tune. A reed flute joined in, then a violin.

"... And I learn of every eyelash, and fingernail,
and every hair at your warm mast, 
and the smell of pine tree and turf, 
in the night scent of your body. 
If I have torments, they have all set sail to you.
My white sail to your darkness. 
Allow me to walk, oh allow me to walk free,
to kneel at the cost of forgiveness...."
Salim was singing only to Osman; singing with such emotion and
beauty that it brought tears to the sultan's eyes. As before,
Salim's singing utterly captivated the older boy's heart.
"... You have come to me to open my eyes,
and your body to me is a view, a window, a mirror.
You have come like the night, that comes to the owl,
To show him all things in the dark."

When the prolonged last note finally ended, Osman held out his
arms to Salim, and the boy hastened to fall into his embrace and
receive his tender kisses. 

The full complement of musicians began playing again as the
sultan and his young lover were lost in each other's caresses,
oblivious of everything else around them. When at last they
separated, a single clap from the eunuch standing in the corner
caused the musicians to increase the volume and tempo of their
playing. Through the door at the end of the banquet hall came
four children -- two boys and two girls -- running and tumbling
in acrobatic flips to the carpeted area in the center of the
room. All were Salim's age or a bit younger, and all were dressed
identically in the briefest of short pants and nothing else.
Their bare chests differed only in the puffy protrusion of brown
nipples on the nearly-flat chests of the girls... the very
earliest signal of budding sexual maturity. The thin cotton of
the tight pants outlined the immature genitals of the boys and
the delicate mounds at the girls' crotches. Their slender asses
were highlighted beneath the clinging fabric.

So radiantly beautiful were all four that Salim knew immediately
that they must be page-boys and harem-girls. Their athletic
tumbling was worthy of a traveling circus, as the pair of boys
joined hands and flung each girl repeatedly into the air, where
she flipped and spun and tumbled as if soaring like a bird. Then
they switched places, and the girls propelled each boy into
aerial acrobatics. They did clever and varied exercises on the
ground too, and performed feats of bodily contortion that brought
expressions of amused surprise to the guests. Though never
explicitly erotic, the youngsters' movements had an underlying
sensuality that was palpable.

As they completed their performance, to the approving applause of
the sultan and his guests, they were replaced by three dancing
girls... all around 14 years old, wearing short tunics of the
ancient Greek style. The white silk costumes barely covered their
crotches and buttocks, and came up over only one shoulder...
leaving one breast fully exposed. And each girl's breast was a
model of perfect feminine adolescence... petite mounds with a
small brown nipples, made stiff just before they entered the hall
by a rubbing of snow brought that day from the peak of Mount
Uludag. The eyes of every man in the room were on the three as
they moved sensuously, bending and arching their bodies, dancing
with increasingly suggestive and erotic movements. The most
beautiful of the girls danced before the sultan, while the other
two -- beauties in their own right -- faced the side tables.

Osman looked over at the Pasha of Athens, who was something of an
authority on the myths handed down from ancient Greek heathen. He
was an admirer as well of the many beautiful statues and marble
friezes on temple ruins throughout the area of the Empire that he
administered. The Pasha made a hand-motion of grateful thanks to
the sultan, who had suggested to his majordomo an ancient Greek
theme for the entertainment, in the Pasha's honor.

Each dancing girl frequently touched herself suggestively as she
moved, a hand brushing against her exposed breast, stroking her
hips, fingers sliding along her face and neck   as if inviting
the onlookers to partake of her perfection. Every time one of the
dancers lifted her leg high in the air, it exposed her naked
mound, devoid of hair (which the harem girls plucked from each
others' bodies daily). The instruments played a sultry rhythm as
the dancing created a growing erotic tension in the silent room.

Suddenly, a trio of young teenage boys entered the room, clad
only in the short linen kilts of ancient Greek peasant lads. They
moved like cats as they approached the girls, separating so that
each boy approached a different girl. In a silent ballet, each
boy pantomimed a hopeful seduction, wooing the girl, touching her
arm cautiously, stroking her cheek, then touching her breast
boldly. The two girls dancing before the tables along the sides
responded to the boys with encouragement, and each couple
gradually intertwined to dance together in a stylized embrace...
kissing and fondling... the girl's hand lifting the boy's kilt to
reveal his adolescent erection to the audience, which she took in
her hand and rhythmically stroked. Those two couples glided
gracefully out of the room, as if going off into the woods to
discretely make love.

But the third couple   the pair dancing for the sultan's table  
played out a different scenario. The boy was smaller than his two
companions, and smaller than the girl. His seductive movements
were also less refined and met with haughty rejection, his
touches slapped away. He danced slowly out of the room with a
look of sorrow on his face. The girl, meanwhile, continued to
dance by herself, right in front of Salim and the sultan. And her
dance became ever more erotic as one hand pinched and caressed
the hard nipple of her exposed breast. Her other hand came up
beneath the hem of her tunic and folded it back into the belt at
her waist, fully exposing her mound. The girl's fingers began to
move in masturbatory motions... probing between the increasingly
engorged and moist lips of her pink sex. All the while, her body
swayed in a dance of self-love, her head tilted back and swaying,
with eyes closed.

The sultan watched the erotic display as he held Salim close
beside him, an arm wrapped around the boy's shoulder. Then he
took Salim's hand and brought it to his lap, between the folds of
his robe. Salim smiled with gratitude at finally being allowed to
pleasure Osman's cock. He eagerly wrapped his fingers around the
youth's 6-inch erection... warm and stiff, the tip moistened by
drops of slippery fluid... and he slowly moved his hand lightly
up and down the circumcised shaft.

This was the action the guests had been waiting for... the
official signal for them to part their robes and satisfy their
own built-up lust. Almost to a man, they eagerly motioned to the
eunuch-boys kneeling beside them. Salim watched as the serving
boys positioned themselves between their masters' spread legs.
Boys' mouth came down on the men's cocks, and their heads began
to slowly bob up and down in the guests' laps. Most guests knew
from experience that these attendants were superbly trained and
could make their oral service last for exactly as long as the
entertainment continued in the center of the room, delaying a
man's orgasm, and holding him at the peak of arousal.... unless
the man demanded earlier relief, of course. 

At the head table, the scene was not much different. But instead
of robed eunuch-boys, the honored guests were being attended by
beautiful page-boys and harem-girls. 

The dusky older girl, now naked, and was kneeling between the
Russian ambassador's legs, sucking him deep and twisting her
mouth each time her lips rose back up his thick shaft. 

The young blond girl straddled the Pasha's lap, her tiny nipples
being licked by the man as she reached down into his robe to
stroke him. 

The younger boy, now totally nude, was sucking the Syrian's cock.
The boy lay across the divan with his head in the governor's lap,
tonguing and sucking his plum-size glans, as the man fondled the
boy's buttocks.  

The dark-haired older boy was being treated rather differently by
the Janissary general. At the man's whispered command, the boy
removed the general's slippers and began fondling his feet and
sucking sensuously on his toes. 

Regardless of how the men were being personally served, however,
all of them kept their attention on the girl at the center of the
room, who continued her dance of artistic masturbation. And then
another group of boys came in through the door at the back of the
banquet hall. Four teenage boys, three of them 13 or 14, the
other a muscular youth with the fresh face of a 16-year-old, but
the powerful body of a young adult. The smallest of the younger
boys was the same one who had been spurned by the dancing girl,
and all were dressed like him in a short kilt of ancient Greek
design and naked from the waist up.

They approached the girl from behind in the stylized movements of
a ballet, expressions of malicious lust on their faces. The
musicians' playing had turned ominous, enhancing the mood of the
wordless melodrama, and as the girl noticed the boys she acted
out expressions of surprise and fear. The older boy grabbed her
from behind and tore apart her flimsy silk tunic from neck to hem
in a single motion of his strong hands, throwing the remnant to
the floor. He gestured to the smallest boy to come forward, and
pinned the girl's arms behind her back as the 13-year-old
greedily fondled and licked the girl's breasts and brought his
fingers to her crotch. Then the teenager pushed the girl to her
hands and knees, straddling her back as if riding a horse, and
gestured to the lad to remove his garment and be orally serviced
the girl. 

The young boy unbuttoned the linen kilt, and was nude as he flung
it aside. He turned in a circle to proudly display a stiff 4-inch
penis for all to see, then pressed it to the girl's mouth. She
acted out her refusal to suck it, shaking her head from side to
side, but the older boy grabbed her by the hair and held her head
up. As the scene played out in front of the sultan's table, she
took the boy's slender cockhead between her lips and ran her
tongue around it. But the older boy forced her head all the way
to the hairless base of the boy-cock. Holding her head with both
hands, he appeared to be forcing her head up and down on his
younger friend's stiff penis. To either side, the two other boys
slowly removed their skimpy garments in a sexy strip-tease and
began masturbating as they moved their bodies in a stylized dance
of youthful lust.

The scene didn't last for long before evolving to an even higher
plane of raw eroticism. The muscular teen pulled off his own kilt
to reveal an oiled erection of impressive proportions   8 inches
of thick, dark-red, throbbing flesh. From his stance astride the
girl's waist, he shifted back so he was squatting behind her and
momentarily probed her sex-slit with his fingers. Then he
positioned his erection and thrust his hips forward, fucking his
cock all the way into her. While still penetrating her, he
suddenly stood up -- one arm wrapped around her chest and the
other cradling under one of her thighs. Now, instead of sucking
the young boy, she was being held upright by the muscular youth,
held completely off the floor, with her back to his chest. Facing
the head table with her legs spread wide to expose her hairless
crotch, she was impaled and being violated from behind by piston-
strokes of teenager's thick, glistening shaft. 

Then, in a move that required a deft combination of strength and
agility by both actors, the boy spun her leg up and over his head
so that she was facing him in a standing fuck... his cock never
ceasing its rhythm of fuck strokes deep inside her. Now holding
her hips, the boy turned in a slow circle so the audience could
view the undulating sexual tableau from all sides.  Though the
girl continued to act out a struggle, Salim noticed that her legs
were wrapped around the boy's hips, and she was riding his cock
every bit as much as he was fucking her.

The play-acted rape of the naked girl was watched closely by
audience members who were themselves receiving intense erotic
stimulation. Most were receiving slow, skillful blow jobs from
their eunuch-boy servers. Then one of the guests directed his
young serving-boy to stip naked and straddle the man's crotch...
riding his cock in the manner that the dancing girl was being
taken by the muscular youth. Several others followed suit, each
bringing his server up from his knees to take a spit-slick
erection up his ass.

As the music reached a dramatic crescendo, the girl suddenly
reached out and slapped the boy violently across the face. The
blow was real enough... the sound audible above the loud music.
The boy fell backward dramatically, rolling acrobatically as the
girl landed cleanly on her feet and scampered away... just beyond
his grasp at her ankle. She ran off naked through the door at the
rear of the room, as the three younger boys stage-laughed at
their older friend's situation. He glowered, jumped,  and pounced
on the smallest boy -- the one who had gotten a brief suck from
the girl -- pushing him to his knees to suck the thick man-cock
that stood up from the teenager's crotch. As before, the other
actors ostentatiously jacked their erections as they watched
their young friend expertly take the thick, thrusting phallus
deep into his throat.

Salim and Osman clung to each other, still fondling each other's
cocks beneath the cover of loose clothing. But both were
considerably distracted by the pornographic play unfolding before
them.

"I think, Salim, that we have not seen the last of the girl,"
said the sultan. "The playwrights have already done several
variations on this rape-and-revenge theme for my banquet
entertainment." 

But the court dramatists had thought up a twist that was as
visually stunning as it was erotically pleasing. A new group
emerged from the doors as the drummers beat out a military
rhythm. There were five teenage girls, led by the naked
dancer/rape-victim, with four others dressed in fanciful costumes
of the mythical women-warriors known to the Greeks as Amazons.
They wore gold breastplates that had been fashioned to simulate
highly-defined stomach muscles and, because these were women-
warriors, the prominent shape of naked young female breasts,
complete with hard nipples. The rest of the costume duplicated
that of ancient soldiers -- plumed helmet, pleated kilt, and gold
shin guards. At each girl's waist was a short-sword in a leather
scabbard. 

All eyes focused on just one of the Amazons -- an extraordinarily
tall and sturdy young woman with blond hair half-way down her
back, even more ornately costumed than the others. Not as
delicately beautiful as the other harem-girls, she had more the
look of a hearty and reasonably attractive farm-girl. But it was
her size that was so distinctive... over 6 feet tall, with
powerful shoulders, muscular legs, and firm full breasts. As the
group marched up to the dumfounded boys, she stood several inches
taller than the older boy. A backhanded slap from this Amazon
Queen sent the arrogant bully sprawling to the floor. She grabbed
his hair and raised him to a kneeling position, then tucked up
the hem of her skirt and pulled his face against her hairless
crotch. Lifting a leg over his shoulder, she forced him to use
his tongue on her sex as she held two fistfuls of his hair. 

Meanwhile, the other Amazons had "captured" the three younger
boys, making them kneel down submissively. The girls pulled back
on the boys' hair and held swords to their exposed necks. With
frightened expressions on their faces, the boys were forced
(rather incongruously) to resume masturbating. The smallest boy
had his face pushed against the crotch of the dancer... forced to
orally pleasure her. As the drama reached it's climax, the boys'
hands moved in rapid jerks on their adolescent cocks and they
shot spurts of white semen in an orchestrated sequence of
orgasms. 

A particular tone in the accompanying music had signaled the
talented young eunuch-boys to bring their oral tasks to an
equally intense climax, and all around the room men were moaning
as they were brought to crashing sexual release.

As the Amazon Queen pantomimed her own demonstrative orgasm and
then pushed the youth roughly onto his back, the naked dancing-
girl took a knife from the sultan's banquet table and grabbed the
boy's genitals. Holding the blade aloft with a dramatic pause,
she made a realistic-looking motion of cutting off his manly
parts. The youth added to the drama by bringing his hands to his
crotch and writhing on the floor, releasing a bunched swatch of
crimson silk that he had cleverly concealed. The red material
escaping his fingers gave the appearance of blood gushing out.
Some of the startled onlookers were fooled for a moment, thinking
the castration had been real.

As drum-beating martial music played again, the actors bowed to
the sultan and departed. Hearty applause from the sultan and the
others showed their appreciation of the erotic melodrama, and the
servers hastened to fetch small cups of strong black coffee to
conclude the meal.

"Salim, my love, allow me to bid my guests a good night. I will
meet you soon in my bedchamber." And Osman kissed the boy deeply
before getting up to greet the guests who were coming forward to
pay him honor.

As Salim looked around, the eunuch-boys were now ignoring the men
they had been serving. But the four consorts at the head table
clung sensuously to the honored guests to whom they had been
assigned. It was clear that these pairings would be continued in
more private settings as the night wore on.

As Salim looked toward the door behind the head table, there
stood Yusef, smiling. Salim walked quickly toward him.

"I watched you, Salim, and you did marvelously. It seems you
remembered all that I told you, and you used your intuition like
an experienced page. Did his majesty summon you to his
bedchamber?" 

The boy nodded. "He implied it would be soon."

"Then let me prepare you swiftly. Come, lad."

They made their way through the hallways back to Salim's room.
Yusef instructed the boy to strip nude and lie on his back with
his legs pulled back. The eunuch gently removed the butt plug,
which Salim had almost forgotten about. The boy's anus was
dilated as Yusef thoroughly cleaned the area within and around
the hole with a soft damp cloth. The teenage eunuch then reached
for a pottery jar. He stuck in two fingers and scooped out a glob
of thick unguent, which he smeared inside Salim's anus. From a
small container he dabbed some rouge on his fingertip and applied
it to the puckered skin surrounding the place where the sultan's
cock would likely soon be thrusting. An application of subtle
perfume to Salim's hair completed the preparations. 

Yusef held up a short robe of the smoothest silk for Salim to
slip into, and he ran through a series of final instructions. 

"Good luck, boy," he said at last; "though you seem to do quite
well for yourself without having to resort to luck," he added
with a grin.

Salim made his way to the adjacent room, wearing only a robe held
at the front by a single button. It barely covering his crotch as
he walked, and fully revealed his penis and balls if he so much
as raised his arms. The sultan was not yet in the bedchamber, but
two others were. A young boy and girl... two of the acrobats from
the beginning of the banquet entertainment. 

Salim entered so quietly that the youngsters did not hear him,
and he could observe for 30 seconds or so an erotic sight that
was mesmerizing. The boy was standing beside the sultan's
enormous bed, and the girl was clinging to him... upside down,
arms around his waist, her legs around his head, and mouth
sliding up and down his immature erection. Her crotch was pressed
to the boy's face, and his tongue was probing into the slit of
her sex and tickling her little pleasure button. Then, in an
acrobatic feat that was almost magical, the boy bent completely
backwards and the position was reversed... the girl standing and
the boy held upside down. Not once did their mouths stop
pleasuring each other.

Then the girl noticed Salim's presence and let out a startled
"Oh!" The young acrobats disentangled as Salim apologized in an
embarrassed voice.

"Forgive my intrusion... but Yusef said I should...."

The other children giggled. "We were just practicing. And,
anyway, you weren't intruding; you're supposed to be here. You're
Salim, right?" asked the girl. Salim nodded and returned her
smile. "I'm Jamilah, and this is my brother Jabril. We will also
serve the sultan tonight!" she said excitedly. "It's been almost
a month since the last time."

As Salim exchanged pleasantries with the 11-year-old fraternal
twins, his eyes were drawn to their exquisite faces and the
youthful beauty of their slender, supple  bodies. They were at
the very beginning of budding sexual development. Jamilah's
breasts looked as though they had pushed up from her flat chest
only in the past month or two. Jabril's still-erect penis stood
up 3 inches and was nicely plump, with a compact ball-sack
dangling below it.

There was a knock, and the door cracked open an inch. "He's
coming. Prepare yourselves," said the unseen person, and the door
closed. The twins scurried to put on silk robes that matched
Salim's in cut, and all three stood at attention beside the bed
for two more minutes. Salim stood between the siblings, and he
felt a rush of excitement as the door opened.

"Ah, good! You're all here," said Osman as he entered and then
closed the door behind himself. The three children bowed deeply.
"Rise up, for goodness sake!... Salim, my love; what do you think
of my young acrobats? Wasn't that a fine performance this
evening? You two have learned some new maneuvers since the last
time you entertained. Perhaps you've learned some new bedroom
maneuvers too, eh?"

"You know that we will do everything in our power to please you,
sire," said Jabril with a grin as he moved forward to undress the
sultan.

"This night's banquet entertainment certainly stoked my lust. It
would not surprise me if each of you receives the gift of my seed
before I sleep tonight," said Osman as the robe was lifted from
his shoulders. After kicking off his slippers, he was completely
naked. The sultan was justifiably proud of his handsome
adolescent body, which had a wiry musculature and glowed with an
all-over tan from sunbathing in his palace gardens. Tufts of dark
hair sprouted from his armpits and at the base of his cock, and
his chest and biceps showed a youthful strength that came from
exercise and frequent bow-hunting. His light-brown cock hung
soft, just over 3 inches, but it would not remain soft for long.

"Stand here for a moment, young ones, and let me admire your
beauty."

Salim, Jamilah, and Jabril stood in a line beside the enormous
12-foot-square bed as Osman's gleaming eyes shifted from one to
the other. The sultan came first to Jamilah, unbuttoning her
short robe and sliding his hands beneath it. His fingers caressed 
the smooth skin of her neck and shoulders, then down to the puffy
nipples on her barely perceptible breasts. The nipples hardened
at his touch, and he leaned down to take one, then the other,
between his lips. Then Osman gently lifted the robe from her
shoulders and let it slide down her arms to the floor. She stood
passively as he explored her naked body... not reaching out to
him. But the look on her face was one pleasure, desire, and total
acquiescence. He kissed her lips and took her in his arms. Only
then did she truly respond, wrapping her arms around his neck and
rubbing against his body like a friendly cat... skin against
naked skin, adolescent male chest against pre-adolescent budding
breasts, stiffening cock against silky smooth mound.

Then he released her and moved on to Jabril and repeated the
disrobing, tenderly fondling the boy's body, kissing his lips,
wrapping him in hugging arms. Like his sister, Jabril accepted
the attention with respectful passivity. Everyone in the room
knew that the three youngsters had but one task -- to serve the
sultan's pleasure to the best of their abilities.

When Osman moved at last to Salim, the younger boy felt his penis
rising up to erection without being touched or even exposed,
grazing the smooth silk of his robe. When the sultan's fingers
unfastened the button and parted the front of the garment, his
eyes scanned  down from Salim's face, along his boyish torso, and
his gaze lingered at the boy's crotch.

"Salim... you are truly a magnificent jewel."

"I love you, Osman.... I love you so much!" said the lad in a
tender voice. He could not have chosen better words for the
moment.

"Oh, my lover... my precious one...." Osman hugged the boy so
tightly that Salim was lifted off his feet. Their mouths crushed
together as their tongues met in a wet exchange; their different-
sized erections rubbed against each other urgently. Then they
tumbled onto the bed, their bodies slowly rolling as they traded
off being atop. The twins looked on in curious amusement, their
fingers casually fondling their own genitals as they watched the
erotic display.

"Jamilah... Jabril... come join us," said the sultan as he paused
momentarily from his activities with Salim. "Come lie on each
side of me and pleasure yourselves in that remarkable posture
that you showed to me the last time you came to my bed."

As the giggling 11-year-old twins scrambled onto the bed, Osman
sat back against a mound of cushions and positioned Salim to sit
between his spread legs. With the boy's back against his chest,
the sultan wrapped his arms around Salim's body, fondling his
stiff 4-inch penis and nuzzling his neck and ear.

"Mmmmm.... You smell so wonderful, my pet," whispered the sultan.
"Now... watch this, Salim! I'll wager you've never seen a boy
suck his own cock before... or a girl tongue her own sex-slit."
As his stiff erection pressed against his favorite boy's back,
the sultan murmured: "Yes; we shall have a glorious evening of
pleasures tonight."

[End of Part 5. To be continued.]
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