Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2005 23:26:04 +0100
From: 3mcstefan <3mcstefan@wanadoo.fr>
Subject: Harem

Jason, the all American blond boy, a former young Marine made a captive
prisoner by the Sultan who added him to his harem, a highly prized addition
to an already quite large bunch of young male beauties, came out from the
warm, perfumed water filling the huge tub of the equally huge white marble
bathroom.

Nonchalantly spreading apart the cala lilly flowers floating on the surface
of the water of his luxurious bath, Jason stepped on the marble floor and
stood there for while in the intoxicating smoke of the narguile, entirely
naked, admiring his own reflection in the high mirrors panelling the room.

Jason's body was absolutely flawless, which was probably one of the reasons
why the Sultan had made him his favorite petboy, along with his skills and
talents, having him taken to his private quarters nearly every night, alone
or with some others of the young boys from the harem for orgies never
ending before dawn. Long legs and a natural bubble butt slightly enhanced
by the surgeon, who had also dramatically reduced his waist, gave Jason the
unique, sensuous allure and walk of some wild panther. His boy breasts,
created to perfectly match the Sultan wishes, like the whole rest of
Jason's body was, were the surgeon's masterpiece. Heavy, full, with the
right amount of sturdiness, they were of a slightly superior size to those
of the other boys of the harem, jutting forward and seemingly defying any
gravity law. The more blond than ever Jason - another request from his
owner the Sultan, used to the dark haired Oriental boys of his harem, so
far - had also recently have his sensuous lips heavily collagened, blessing
him with a mouth which was the promise of incredible fellatios. His pale,
satin like smooth, the naturally all over baby smooth skin of a real blond,
was unblemished, softly gleaming in the half-darkness of the bathroom liten
only by the dusk sunlight filtering through the moucharabieh.

But Jason's real treasures, the objects of his pride as well as the
Sultan's lust, were well hiden between the boy's thighs: a smooth, tight
boy pussy and the tiny little cock and balls of a 8 years old boy, another
"gift" from the cleaver personal surgeon of the Sultan.

Jason placed his beautiful, manicured hands on his boy breasts, cupping
them, appreciating how firm they were, pressing the rapidly hardening
nipples between his fingers. Then, arching his back in front of the mirror,
moaning softly, the boy slowly lowered his hands, caressing his smooth
abdomen. The blond Jason was entranced by his own beauty, perfection and
sexyness. He bended over the marble tub, caught one of the white cala
lillies flowers still floating on the water and, dreamingly, brushed his
tiny boyish cock with the flower. The little penis immediately reacted and
stiffened, a pale drop of clear fluid appearing at the top of its small
head.

The boy briefly glanced at the big marble and gold dildo near the tub,
playing with the idea to pleasure himself with the sextoy, his boy pussy
already warm and wet. "Oh, yessssss..." Jason thought. But, as he was
reaching out for the monster toy, his gesture was interrupted by the
entrance of the young Sinbad who had silently appeared in the room from
behind a heavy curtain.

Sinbad, a beautiful 9 years old Kabyle boy with golden smooth skin and dark
hair and eyes, was entirely naked, too, save for his high heels
babouches. He was carefully carrying in front of him a heavy gold and
crystal bowl filled with perfumed oil. Bowing in front of Jason, he flashed
a bright smile uncovering all of his pearly white teeth. His tiny cock was
hard, bobbing in front of him, it's small pink head enhanced by the dark,
bronze skin of the kid.

"Young Master, it is time for you to get ready, now. The Sultan wants to
see you dance for him tonight, again..."

Jason sighted and, nonchalantly reclined on the huge, richly ornate sofa
next to the tub, nearly covered with embroidered silk cushions adorned with
a profusion of upholsteries and tassels. His life with the Marines seemed
so far away to Jason, now. The boy rarely thought about it, anymore, nor to
the Occidental, trivial world. An entirely submissive sex slave boy, now,
Jason had only one focused in mind: to pleasure his owner the Sultan in any
possible way, no matter his requirements were.

Sindab joined Jason on the sofa and started to oil up the entire naked body
of the blond boy. Straddling him, his little boy hands were all over the
smooth skin, sensuously and expertly massaging it with the perfumed oiled
he had previously warmed up a bit on a alcohol small lamp. Soon, Jason was
moaning again, his tiny cock rock hard and dripping. Sinbad, pointing out
his small pink tongue, picked up the drop of clear fluid at the top of the
boy's cock head and, smiling, playfully licked his lips. Sindab had a
beautiful, sexy body, well formed for a young boy his age, and he knew so
many skills... His fingers, expertly oiling up Jason's boy pussy lips, had
the boy panting and breathing now, his thighs broadly spread out, his head
tilted back on the cushions, his eyes closed.

But Sinbad was not to let Jason cum. Once the blond boy's skin was entirely
covered with the perfumed oil, the little Kabyle boy carefully combed his
blond, shoulders length hair and applied an expert makeup on the boy's
beautiful face. Leaving the pale, flawless skin naked, he underlined the
eyes with a thick khol line in the Oriental way and added a delicate pink
color to the sensuous lips and finally a transparent , glossy lipstick,
giving Jason's lips that irresistible wet look. Sindab, as a final touch,
sprayed all over the blond boy a cloud of an heavy, musky, flowered
fragrance, in which were recognizable jasmine, China roses and tiger's
sperm.

Sinbad, then, took out of cabinet a dark ebony wood box, encrusted with
silver Arabian patterns. In it, were kept the priceless, personal jewellery
of Jason, which was all the naked boy will be wearing tonight. Presenting
the open box to the boy who was just catching his breath from Sinbad's oily
ministration on the sofa, Jason, pointing his finger and making his choice
among the countless jewels, said... "Hmmm... this, this and... this!"

Sinbad, then, helped Jason with the jewels. A gold snake shaped bracelet
with diamonds as its eyes, first, going from the boy's elbow to his
shoulder. A masterpiece of jewellery, then, a gift from the Sultan to
Jason, a codpiece made of a heavy, richly ornated, carved gold shell,
decorated with a fan-shaped row of white bird of paradise feathers that
Sinbad secured on Jason's crotch with a gold chain wrapping his thin waist
and connected to another one disappearing in his butt crack. The effect was
mind blowing, turning Jason into a jewel himself.

Finally, Sinbad took in his little hands the pair of heavy, thick gold tits
rings Jason had chosen. Each of them was locked by a double lion head
shaped ending seemingly biting the nipple. Securing such jewels on the
boy's tits wasn't an easy task and it required small but expert fingers
like Sinbad's to achieve it. What the little Kabyle boy successfully did,
cleverly sliding the rings into Jason's pierced nipples after he had sucked
them for an easier penetration, while the blond boy was moaning, again,
under the touch of the small fingers. The rings were so heavy they had the
plump nipples slightly bending down in an extremely erotic effect.

Sinbad, all smiles, stepped back to appreciate his fine work. Jason,
entirely naked for the heavy gold jewellery, was ready, now.

Less than fifteen minutes later, in the Sultan's apartment, Jason,
carefully posed on the fur covered floor of the room by the two huge naked
Nubians who had carried him across the palace, silently, slowly raised his
arms above his head and, staring at the Sultan reclined on his bed, started
to sensuously dance to the rhythm of the music from an invisible tambourine
player in some corner of the room, his splendid boy breasts provocatively
jutting out and upward, the heavy rings swaying and pulling down on his
distended nipples, his hips obscenely undulating and gyrating, mimicking
the sexual act while the boy, his lips parted, was uncovering a wet,
inviting tongue.

The night was to begin.

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