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