Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2002 05:49:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sultan's Favorite Boy - Part 6

[Author's note: This is the long-delayed next (final?) episode of
the story. You may want to go back and read the previous parts
for context. The basic history -- including the age and personal
traits of the Sultan -- are fairly accurate.]

The Sultan's Favorite Boy, Part 6
 
Sultan Osman II, the 14-year-old ruler of the Ottoman Empire,
wrapped his arms around Salim and playfully fondled the lad's
immature erection.  Salim, who earlier that day had been
designated the sultan's new "favorite boy", sat on a huge bed
between Osman's spread legs, reclining back against his chest.
Feeling the teenager's 6-inch cock pressing against the small of
his back, Salim shuddered with growing sexual arousal as the
sultan gently manipulated his infidel foreskin.

"Watch how these two contortionists perform, my love!" whispered
the sultan into Salim's ear. "I'll wager you've never seen a boy
suck his own cock before... or a girl lap her tongue along the
slit of her own sex."  He was referring to the 11-year-old
fraternal twins -- Jamilah and Jabril -- who were preparing to
entertain the young sultan and his beautiful Balkan slaveboy.

Nuzzling his face against the back of Salim's neck, the sultan
inhaled the subtle perfume in Salim's blond hair and kissed him
behind the ear.  Then Osman reached back and pulled on a thick
velvet sash that hung along the wall. It made no sound, but in a
few seconds a eunuch servant, a Nubian with coal-black skin,
opened the door. His hand was on the scimitar at his belt, ready
to either defend his master with violence or obediently serve the
most mundane request. He took no apparent notice of the sexual
activity in the room as he dispassionately awaited his orders.

"Bring some hashish, Aswad," murmured Osman.

The servant left, but reappeared almost instantly with an
already-lit water pipe which he set beside the bed, then left the
room as quickly as he had arrived. Osman took the long hose and
sucked deeply on the wooden mouth piece. The mound of crumbled
hemp resin glowed atop a small nest of finely-chopped tobacco. 
After a period of holding his breath, the sultan exhaled a thick
cloud above Salim's head.

"Have you ever smoked the fruit of the kiff plant, my pet?"
murmured Osman.

"No, Osman," replied the boy. (The favorite boy, alone in all the
royal court, addressed the sultan by his given name.)

"I'll teach you sometime... but not tonight. Now, watch this." 

The beautiful dusky-skinned young twins -- natives of the
province of Palestine -- had positioned themselves on the
sultan's enormous bed, on each side of Osman's and Salim's
outstretched legs. The 11-year-olds quickly twisted their bodies
in seemingly impossible contortions, bringing their legs back...
and back farther... and then back even more. So flexible were the
young gymnasts that they actually tucked their feet behind their
shoulder blades, soles touching. Their torsos curled forward
until their mouths made contact with their crotches.

Jabril began devouring his pudgy little circumcised penis with
lusty enthusiasm, rocking his body in a rhythm that caused his
mouth to slide down the base of the stiff shaft and back up
again. Jamilah kept her body essentially motionless, languidly
tonguing her little pink pleasure button. Then, perhaps through a
signal hidden among gentle sighs and moans, both children curled
their bodies tighter at the same moment. Jamilah was now licking
along the length of her slit as the small pink lips on each side
of her exposed sex became swollen, glistening in the lamplight.
Jabril began licking and suckling his boyishly small ball-sack.
All the while, both looked up into Osman's and Salim's faces. The
twins' dark eyes burned with an eroticism that took Salim's
breath away. Looking from side to side, Salim could not tell
which aroused him more, the beautiful boy with a cock that he
would love to take in his mouth... or the equally beautiful girl
whose feminine mysteries he lacked the experience to fully
evaluate.

And then, again moving simultaneously, the two lithe bodies
twisted even tighter. The twins pulled on their ass cheeks with
their hands to wind their bodies as tight as watch springs, and
now their tongues were lapping at their puckered anal openings.

"What say we join in the fun," said Osman after he had taken a
final puff on the hookah and given a few more gentle masturbation
strokes to Salim's exquisitely-formed 4-inch erection.  "Lie on
your back between them, Salim, and I shall sample the charms of
all three of you."

The boy lay down between the twins and brought his legs back as
far as they would go. Salim could not twist his legs as the
acrobats had done, but he too had a slender and flexible body. He
placed his arms between his legs, his elbows pushing against the
backs of his thighs, until the knees were touching the bed on
either side of his body. Osman quickly arranged the youngsters'
bodies to his liking, so that the buttocks of all three
youngsters now touched in a tight arch, with Osman kneeling at
the center of the lewd array of sexually-aroused genitals. 

The sultan was clearly delighted with his own resourcefulness as
his mouth descended to begin an ever-changing swirl of licking
and sucking... switching from pleasuring Jamilah's girl-slit to
blowing Salim's or Jabril's cock, or sucking on the boys' balls.
He flitted from one to the other every 10 seconds or so, with
only the slight movement of his head.  This playful activity
addressed two of his favorite desires -- exploring the sexual
delights of beautiful youths on the cusp of adolescence, and
using his mouth on the sexual parts of those in his bed.  Osman's
fingers busied themselves too, sliding into the girl's moist sex
or caressing with the nipples rising from her almost-flat chest,
playing with the boys' delicate balls, caressing their baby-
smooth ass cheeks.

Gradually, though, his attentions focused ever more on Salim.
Osman delighted in toying with the boy's foreskin, flesh that was
taboo to the Muslim faith and all-too-soon would be removed. 
Pulling it with his fingers, nibbling it with soft lips,
lavishing aggressive attentions with his tongue, the sultan
indulged in the unholy pleasures of an uncut infidel cock. And
then he raised his head up, pushed Salim's legs back even more,
and gazed at his nether-hole. The boy's anus, upraised in
prominent display, had been lightly rouged by Salim's eunuch
attendant, Yusef.

"How like a pink rosebud it is... how like a tiny mouth with
pursed red lips, eager to be kissed!"

Osman lowered his mouth to the orifice, and it flexed open at the
touch of his tongue. The stout ivory butt-plug that Salim had
worn throughout the evening banquet, removed by Yusef less than
20 minutes ago, had stretched the opening and now allowed
remarkable muscle control. The drug-intoxicated sultan languidly
probed and lapped at the pliant circle of muscle, tasting the
subtle essence of the boy's freshly-washed body. Salim squirmed
and tensed and shuddered beneath the gentle assault, as the
stimulation of his anal nerves sent shocks of pleasure through
his body. 

"Oh, sire!" he gasped; "your caresses make my entire body sing!"

The sultan's stopped his burrowing and raised up his head and
smiled. "Ah, my beautiful one... then let us have our bodies sing
together. It will be like the harmony of heaven's angels.  My
cock is eager for entry to your pleasure hole.  Jamilah...
Jabril.  Anoint us for lovemaking." And then in a slightly louder
voice: "Musicians... music!"

Salim was only a little surprised when gentle music started up
immediately. In an adjacent room sat three unseen musicians,
playing a hand-drum, and high-pitched woodwind, and a bowed
string instrument. The sensual tune drifted in through an opening
in the wall filled with highly detailed lattice-work of gilded
wood.

The twins unwound their bodies and bounced up with the limber
energy of acrobats.  As Jamilah slathered warm oil over Osman's
straining erection, Jabril worked two oiled fingers deep into
Salim's hole and spread more lubrication around the outside. 
Then the sultan positioned himself above Salim's doubled-back
body, his hands resting on the back's of the lad's thighs.
Jamilah's small hand slid between their bodies and guided Osman's
adolescent cock to its target. 

Though it was often Osman's habit to give free reign to his
adolescent lust, plunging immediately to the hilt and fucking his
sex-partner hard and fast to a quick orgasm, this time he was
exceedingly patient. Salim would have been able to tolerate
savage thrusting; two hours of wearing the butt plug - and the
ministrations of a probing tongue and two twisting fingers - had
prepared the boy to be fucked with however much vigor the sultan
wished to exert. But with Osman's senses alive from the effects
of the hashish, the teenager was more interested in savoring the
marvelous pleasures of slow entry... his brain separately
registering the pleasure-burst from every nerve on his throbbing
cock-head as it crept, a millimeter at a time, into his favorite
boy's upraised ass.

As his anus opened to the slow-motion penetration of Osman's
cock, Salim could barely contain the building tension in his
body. He longed to shout out for his master to go faster... to
thrust firmly and begin the dance of love.  Salim had been a
virgin until Osman had taken him gently in the garden that very
afternoon, but the boy was eager to once again experience the
pleasures of anal sex. He wanted his body filled by Osman's
slender 6-inch rod of hot flesh... wanted to be under the loving
control of the strong and handsome adolescent sultan... wanted to
feel the warm slippery cock move back and forth through his
wonderfully sensitive anal channel. 

Though it was barely longer than a minute until Osman's pubic
hair was pressing against the skin beneath Salim's balls, it
seemed for both of them to last far longer... a mini-lifetime of
exquisite, expectant pleasure as the teenager's cock fully
penetrated the boy's ass. Jamilah had removed her hand from the
sultan's phallus as soon as the head had disappeared, and was now
reaching behind to gently fondle his scrotum. Her brother,
meanwhile, was slowly running his fingernails very lightly over
Osman's flanks and buttocks and back... sparking to new heights
his drug-enhanced nervous system.

Osman began moving his hips in a rhythm of luscious fuck-strokes,
slowed by the intoxication from the hashish and feeling the waves
of eroticism flow over him like a warm breeze. He closed his eyes
and let his mind create swirling patterns of light and color
behind his eyelids.  And then he opened his eyes and looked down
at Salim's lovely face, staring deeply into the boy's blue eyes.
The sight of Salim's beauty made Osman's hips move faster, and
the in-and-out thrusts of his slippery cock were now motivated by
a growing urgency.

"I have in my harem the Empire's most desirable youths," he said,
through increasingly-ragged breathing; "but none compares to you,
my love. I could gaze on your visage for all of time, my dearest
Salim, and never tire of my eyes' feast."

"Oh, sire!" gasped Salim, as his hands caressed the sultan's
smooth face and hairless chest. "Take me, Osman... I am yours
forever... I love you!" he murmured with heart-felt emotion. And
as his passion quickly grew along with the pace of the cock
moving within him, Salim moaned with urgent lust: "Oh, yes!...
Oh, Osman!... Give your seed, master!... Yes!... Fuck me hard!"

The sultan's arms enveloped the boy, and he kissed Salim's mouth
with ravenous hunger. As Salim's legs wrapped around his master's
flexing thighs, the boy kissed back with equal passion, plunging
his tongue into Osman's mouth, savoring his taste.

Again and again the glistening oiled erection thrust savagely
into the boy, gaining even more speed and force, accompanied by
louder and more impassioned moans of pleasure.  Salim's feet
pulled at his master's hips, urging him to plunge deeper. His
anal muscle clenched around the hot pole of flesh, squeezing it
tightly as it plunged back and forth.  The musicians played with
more spirt as well, matching their volume and tempo to the sexual
activity.

The naked twins kept up their attentions... squeezing Osman's
ball-sack even more firmly... tickling his anal flesh (but
careful never to penetrate him with their fingers)... nipping
playfully at his straining flanks with their teeth... slipping
their hot little tongues into his ears.

"Ah... AH!... AHHHH!!" With fast-pounding strokes, Osman's lust
finally peaked and crashed down in body-shattering orgasm.  He
buried his cock deep in Salim's bowels and held it there as cum
pumped out in glorious spurts, every last drop drawn out by the
contractions of Salim's anal muscles.

But this climax was only the beginning of the night's pleasures.
Osman had no intention of stopping at just one orgasm... nor had
he tired of using his mouth on the bodies of his three beautiful
sex-slaves.  Before sleep overcame the master, hours later, his
cum had flowed thrice more -- into Jamilah's moist girl-sex, into
Jabril's rectum, and into Salim's increasingly talented mouth. 

The prepubescence of the two younger boys kept their immature
cocks stiff, and allowed them to experience their less-intense
orgasms time after time through the night. Salim lost count of
how often these wonderful feeling visited his loins... brought on
by sucking mouths and stroking hands... by fucking Jabril's cute
boyish ass... by his very first experience of thrusting his eager
erection into a girl's warm slippery sex as he sucked the plump
nipples that stood up prominently on Jamillah's flat chest. 

The intervals during which the sultan's pubescent loins recharged
provided the Hebrew twins a full opportunity to display their
skill at combining acrobatics with sexuality. As Osman and Salim
lay in each other's arms and watched, the young boy and his
sister bent and slithered into positions that seemed almost
impossible. Sometimes lying or kneeling atop the large bed,
sometimes standing on the floor at it's foot, they provided a
wonderful display pornographic athleticism.  The slender 11-year-
olds again locked their bodies into the "standing 69" that Salim
viewed briefly when he had entered the bedchamber. They showed
the remarkable ability to switch positions -- from Jamilah
standing to Jabril standing -- without removing their mouths from
each other's genitals.  And as he snuggled in Osman's arms, Salim
watched with breathless interest at the coupling of Jabril's
plump 3-inch erection and Jamilah's hairless sex in a mind-
boggling variety of positions, each transition choreographed as
if in a ballet.

Watching the girl being penetrated from behind by her brother, in
the style of dogs coupling, Osman said "Salim, my angel... it
would please me to take your cock into my nether-hole."

Salim grinned excitedly. He had eagerly fucked the two boys who
accompanied him on the recent week-long voyage from the Balkans,
and he was glad to learn that Osman enjoyed this sport. What he
did not anticipate was the sultan's next remark. 

"You should know, Salim, that this is an act in which I have
never before indulged. The Grand Vizier has always told me that
protocol doesn't allow the sultan to be taken thus. But I desire
it, so I shall do it... and the Vizier be damned. Now, use your
tongue on me for a while... and plenty of oil on your cock.... 
Ah, what excitement! I've been imagining this for weeks!"

Osman has been the "top" in countless couplings. Indeed, he had
fucked nearly every one of his 100 page-boys and knew exactly how
he wanted his own deflowering to proceed.  The 14-year-old lay
face-down on the bed, with a good view of the twins' ongoing
activities. He placed a thick firm cushion underneath his hips to
elevate his ass and splaying his legs out. 

Salim spread apart Osman's firm, smooth ass-cheeks with his hands
and pressed his tongue onto the exposed hole. Osman had received
this particular pleasure numerous times, and he purred with
delight as Salim's tongue burrowed into the puckered hole.  After
several minutes of oral pleasuring, Osman directed Salim to lube
his stiff penis and begin the lovemaking ritual. The boy dipped
his fingers into the bowl of oil that was heated above a flame at
the bedside. He coated his boyish erection and soothed more oil
generously around the sultan's clenched anal muscle. Salim had
lost his own anal virginity less than 12 hours prior... although
he had become well-accustomed to the erotic probing of other
boys' fingers during his voyage through the Mediterranean and
Aegean Seas. But no finger had ever penetrated the sultan other
than his own, and Salim realized that he should proceed slowly.

"I'm ready for it, Salim. Make love to me."

The blond page-boy knelt behind the sultan's upraised ass and
positioned himself.  As his hips eased forward gently, Salim
realized that Osman was tighter than any of the boys he had
fucked -- Jabril only half an hour before, the gypsy-boy Kamal,
and a 10-year-old Turkish servant named Hussein. But all three of
those boys were well-accustomed at giving pleasure to men, while
Osman was experiencing this for the first time.

When the slender head of Salim's boy-cock slowly eased into the
clenched circle of muscle, Osman moaned as the intensely
pleasurable sensation radiated from the bundle of charged nerves.

"Yes, my love! Slide it in me all the way!... Ahh, yes! Like
that! Now fuck me!... Oh, yes! Do it faster!... Mmmm... Now fuck
me hard... Yes! Do it!"

Any thoughts of a slow and gentle fuck evaporated with the
sultan's demands. Salim's cock, barely longer than man's middle
finger, was racing in and out of Osman's tight anal passage as he
held tightly onto the teenager's hip bones. The delighted sultan
grunted with satisfaction at the taboo pleasure of being on the
bottom of a vigorous fuck... playing at being submissive for the
first time. It was every bit as erotic he had fantasized, and
when Salim squealed with pleasure at the cresting of his dry
orgasm, Osman knew that he would revisit this game often.

And the orgy went on, long into the night. The four participants
assembled into various combinations of two, three, and four...
positions that Salim could never have imagined in his most erotic
fantasies. So drunk with satiated lust was the beautiful Balkan
boy that he couldn't even remember falling asleep in Osman's
embrace, with the twins snuggling next to them. 


When he was nudged awake by Yusef, Salim was alone, lying naked
atop the sultan's bed.  Dawn was just breaking.

"Wake up, young one. I need to prepare you for the surgeon.  I
have the pain-dulling drug in two forms... these, which you will
swallow, and there on the table is a portion to be smoked. It
will dull the pain of the knife and the discomfort that follows."

"Knife? What?"

"Your circumcision, Salim. The physician will remove the foreskin
from your penis, so you will be clean in the eyes of Allah." The
pudgy teenage eunuch held out five small sugar-coated nuggets,
the size of pebbles. "Swallow these without chewing. It is a drug
called opium, from the poppies of the Anatolian hills. It is very
bitter, but it will put you in a dream-world where there will be
no discomfort. After I wash you, you will smoke a mixture of the
same opium and the finest hashish from the Bekaa Valley. Then you
will be ready."

Salim took the soft pills, one by one, swallowed down with sweet
fruit juice that Yusef offered.

Yusef brought a bowl of warm water and a soft cotton cloth and
began to gently wash Salim's body.  He took hold of Salim's
penis, which stood up in its usual morning erection, and
carefully pulled down the loose skin and dabbed around the glans. 

"They will truly cut me there?" asked the young boy. "I am
ashamed to admit it, Yusef, but I am terribly fearful of this
thing... this circumcision."

"Who would NOT fear such a thing! But it is the law of Allah and
the will of His Majesty that it occur." The eunuch paused from
his washing and looked down at the beautifully proportioned
erection.  Though the sight had no sexual effect on Yusef, he
graciously said to the boy "Shall I pleasure you with my mouth...
before you are changed by the knife? You'll not be able to
receive stimulation to your member for at least a week afterward,
so that it may heal."

"You would do this, Yusef? I thought you said yesterday...."

"I said that erotic service is no longer among my duties, but I
offer it to you in friendship. I've only rarely sucked a man or
boy in the past two years," said the 16-year-old; "but I was
rather talented at the various techniques in earlier times. 
Pleasing men's cocks with my mouth was one of my primary duties,
in fact... performed several times a day when I was your age."

"I shall gratefully accept your offer.  It will distract my mind
from these fears.

The robed eunuch knelt at the bedside and lowered his mouth to
Salim's youthful penis. As soon as Salim felt the flicking tongue
and sucking lips on his cock, the young Balkan boy knew that his
attendant was indeed a marvelous expert in the oral skills.
Yusef's bobbing and twisting mouth played a tune of carnal
pleasure unlike anything Salim had ever experienced.

By the time Salim was finally brought to the release of orgasm,
he was exhausted.  And not only that... a strange feeling was
beginning to overtake his senses. 

Yusef casually stood up and prepared a small water-pipe, already
loaded with the hashish and opium mixture. Salim violently
coughed up the first lung-full, but soon became adept at holding
the smoke. The effects were nearly instant and increased with
each draw on the pipe. As Salim was sinking deeper into a drugged
state, the surgeon and an assistant quietly entered the room.


Meanwhile....

Osman used all his strength to string the long, heavy bow. It was
a new one... ornate and extraordinarily powerful, just as he had
ordered. Beside him, carrying a quiver of steel-tipped arrows,
was a page named Anwar -- a delicately handsome Egyptian of 13
years.

"The page-master has explained your duties, Anwar? You'll not go
squeamish on me, will you? Usually I am assisted in archery
practice by my favorite boy, but he is indisposed. I have no
doubt you will serve me well."

"Yes sire. I am ready as always to do your bidding in any
manner."  The boy was one of the 10 first-rank pages who were 
frequent personal attendants to the sultan, whether the activity
be social, athletic, or sexual.

The two walked down the wooded path on the grounds of the summer
palace as the sun rose on a balmy Fall day.  Each bend in the
trail brought them to a new archery target -- a naked young man,
shaved of body hair, his muscles and loins oiled, tied securely
to a tree by his wrists and ankles.

The sultan had a streak of casual, egocentric cruelty... a
product, perhaps, of attaining absolute power at so young an age.
Several months before, he had wearied of shooting arrows at
painted circles on canvass, and had directed his attendants to
provide living targets one day each week.  They of course obeyed
without question, and selected prisoners of war and common
criminals that were specimens of masculine beauty.

The targets had gags in their mouths to keep them from crying
out. But they were not blindfolded, and most cringed and squirmed
in abject terror as Osman calmly took aim and sent an arrow
racing to the man's head or neck or chest. So good was his aim...
and so strong his bow... that he delivered an accurate kill-shot
each time. When Osman and Anwar came to a man who stood up
straight and still, with defiance glowing in his eyes, the sultan
paused.

"Anwar... see how this one is unafraid.  Such bravery deserves a
reward.  And he is most pleasing to the eye as well, don't you
think?"

"Yes, sire. Handsome and quite virile. His cock is of remarkable
size, even in repose!"

"I wonder what how tall it stands when it's hard.... Go to him
and give him a good suck, boy. Display his phallus to me when you
have stiffened it, and then proceed with bringing him to climax.
Do it quickly... not one of those drawn-out affairs that you do
so well when you come to my bed. When his seed begins to spurt,
signal with your hand, and I shall take my shot. What better way
for a man to depart this world, eh?"

The boy trotted across the lawn to the naked and bound man, sank
to his knees, and proceeded to carry out his master's orders to
the letter, absolutely confident that the arrow's path would be
true as it passed over his head, the moment he held his hand out
to the side.

When there was only one arrow in the quiver, and one more bend in
the path, Osman knew what awaited.... Nassim, the beautiful
Persian boy... less than 24 hours previously, he had been Salim's
predecessor as "favorite".  And now he was tied naked to a tree. 
Anwar tried to suppress his surprised horror as he approached the
helpless boy, walking a few paces behind Osman.  Nassim had
obviously been crying, and two trails of snot ran down from his
nostrils. The sultan started to remove the gag from the 13-year-
old's mouth, but decided otherwise. He took a cloth and wiped the
lad's nose, and gently kissed Nassim's tear-stained cheek.

"My radiant Nassim. I hope you understand why I do this.  You
would never be able to live with the jealousy of being replaced
as my favorite.  I had once thought that there could be no boy as
beautiful as you, but I have found one.  Ah, but you are a close
second in beauty, and you will go to paradise as Allah's most
beautiful angel." As he spoke, Osman's hands stroked the boy's
thick black hair and smooth body. Then he began fondling Nassim's
cock, making it erect despite the boy's fear.

The sultan licked at the tears rolling down the lad's elegant tan
face and then knelt down in front of him.

"One more time, my darling, I'll take you in my mouth. And I'll
carry with me forever the memory of how pretty your cock is...
and how delicious your seed is on my tongue."

Osman's mouth enveloped the slender purple head of the barely-
adolescent cock, and his tongue swirled around it. Then the
sultan's lips slid all the way down 5-inch stalk, and his throat
hummed with satisfaction at this familiar act of intimacy with
the boy who had shared his bed for the past 3 months.

When at last Nassim's sweet boy-cum spurted into Osman's mouth,
the sultan savored the taste for a minute before swallowing and
rising to his feet.

"It's only been a few weeks since your seed began to flow. I'm so
glad you were able to experience that milestone, my love....
Come, Anwar. Let's get this over with."

Osman stepped off 40 paces and turned. He took the last arrow
from Anwar, seated it in the bowstring, and pulled back with all
the strength in his arm.

Meanwhile...

Salim was imagining himself floating atop a fluffy cloud. The
images behind his closed eyelids were of gently flowing colors,
and his whole body felt an overwhelming euphoria.  Then, off in
the distance, he observed a dark cloud forming.  Far-away
lightening flashed, and distant thunder rumbled. It did nothing
to disturb Salim's languid dream-state, and indeed added an
interesting new dimension.  Salim didn't seem to be conscious of
the surgeon pulling on his foreskin... and the quick cuts with a
razor-sharp scalpel didn't even make him flinch. In a minute, the
wound was dressed with a healing salve and bandaging, and the
procedure was complete.

Salim rested in his room through the day, lost in sleep or
drifting in dazed half-sleep.  The sultan chose not to wake him
for the evening banquet, selecting a vivacious young page-boy as
his attendant during the meal and for the entertainment that
followed. When he returned to his quarters, Osman looked in on
Salim, whose bedroom adjoined the sultan's.

"You're looking much more alive, my precious one," said the
sultan with a grin.

"Yes, Osman; and feeling so too."

"Are you in pain?"

"No, Sire; though it feels strange to have my member wrapped in
gauze."

"I'll not disturb you further, Salim, but I invite you to watch
through the viewing panel between our two rooms if you wish to be
entertained. I've invited some dancers from this evening's
banquet, and I have that cute little page named Hadi for my bed
companion... do you know him?"

"No, Sire; I don't.... But it would please you if I watched?"

"Most definitely, Salim! Though protocol demands my discretion
during the public banquets, I am not very modest when it comes to
the pleasures of my bedchamber."  The understatement in this
remark would become increasingly clear to Salim over time.

In a few minutes, as Salim sat down before the peep-hole that
provided a full view into Osman's large and ornate bedchamber, he
saw Hadi, a naked 10-year-old pixie, snuggling on the bed with
the equally nude sultan as soft music played.

The music's tempo picked up as soon as two young dancing girls
entered the room, moving with the easy smoothness of cats.  They
wore baggy harem pants of black satin; their hair and upper
bodies were shrouded in layers of the sheerest silk, and their
eyes blazed out above silken face-veils... eyes that appeared at
once aloof, mysterious, and intensely sensual... outlined in
black and shaded with purple.

The two dancers were similar in appearance, though not so similar
as to be sisters, thought Salim. There was something about one of
them that was naggingly familiar... perhaps he would recognize
her when she was more fully revealed 

Their dance at the bedside was one of blatant feminine eroticism,
as their slender bodies gyrated and they caressed themselves and
each other without shame. Osman's eyes were fixed to the two as
they moved provocatively, and he was utterly aroused. He motioned
for Hadi to suck him, and the boy instantly obeyed, taking the
sultan's stiff cock deep into his small mouth and moving up and
down the shaft with well-practiced skill.

Gradually throughout the dance the near-transparent silk veils
that covered the girls' heads, arms, shoulders, and chests were
removed and cast aside. Salim noted that while the girls were a
bit taller than he, and their bodies had the leanness of young
adolescence, both were totally flat-chested... though their
nipples were rouged a deep red. Salim knew that the sultan
preferred his harem girls to have small breasts, and Salim
himself found the image of the flat-chested adolescent girls to
be quite arousing.

When they were wearing only face veils and harem pants, the girls
danced even more erotically... every movement dripping with
blatant seduction. Their dark shoulder-length hair sparkled with
flecks of gold that glittered in the mellow glow of the room's
half-dozen oil lamps. One stood directly behind the other, both
of them gyrating sensuously to the music, and the girl in back
slid her hands inside the waistband of her partner's pants. Then
she slowly pushed them down, revealing....

Salim gasped.... a rigid erection stood up from the dancer's
crotch, and adolescent balls dangled below it. NOW he recognized
the dancer.... It was Kamal, the beautiful gypsy-boy who had
accompanied Salim on the sea voyage from Dubrovnik; the boy whose
bed Salim had shared nearly every night of the week-long voyage.
Most every erotic skill Salim now possessed had been learned from
Kamal. The gypsy was a perfect instructor, as he had supported
his family for several years as a well-paid prostitute in the
tavern lodging rooms throughout the city of Mostar. 

"Kamal... Abdel... come onto the bed and let us invent new
pleasures!" said Osman exuberantly.

In a moment, both dancers' pants and face-veils had been shed,
and they lay naked on either side of the sultan and the little
10-year-old.  Salim was not at all surprised to see that the
other dancer was a boy too... like Kamal a slender 13-year-old
with a half-mature cock.  And like Kamal, Abdel was an
extraordinary specimen of effeminate beauty, his lips glowing red
with rouge, his eyes as alluring as any young woman's. 

Each dancer's penis was fully erect.  Kamal's pubic mound had
been plucked of hair by his pimping father ever since it first
began to sprout months before, and the gypsy boy's perfect
adolescent cock looked sinfully erotic standing up at his bald
crotch.  

Salim felt a stab of pain as his own wounded penis attempted to
stiffen within its dressings. He turned away from the viewing
slot, wincing at the throbbing discomfort and frustrated by his
desire to participate in the orgy that was beginning. Salim's
crush on the handsome young sultan, and his lust for Kamal's
familiar charms, made it impossible to continue watching.

Yusef had left some hashish and a small pipe at the bedside.
Salim picked up a long splinter of sandalwood, lit it from the
lamp flame, and combusted the smoking drug.  Within moments after
sucking the smoke into his lungs, he was floating in peaceful
unreality, drifting in a world where no pain or jealous thought
intruded.

A while later, he returned to the peep-hole in the wall. There
was Kamal, knees on either side of the sultan's hips, riding
Osman's cock with all his professional skill. Hadi was straddling
the sultan right in front of Kamal, his crotch in Osman's face as
the teenager suckled the boy's thumb-sized cock and then shifted
the lad's body to ream his pink asshole. Abdel knelt to the side,
his lips alternating between Kamal, Hadi, and Osman... his
circumcised penis being fondled by his master.

Salim's cock throbbed again with pain, and once more he turned
away from the source of his arousal. He smoked some more and lay
back in his bed, sending his mind to other places.

[End of Part 6]

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