Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2009 19:57:35 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Arabian Nights: Michel

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Michel is one of the main characters in my second book "Arabian Nights".
For legal reasons he doesn't appear there until he is eighteen, his story
however starts before that and this is that story.

				  Michel

Recollections of my early life were happy ones. I was born and brought up
in Zarzis, Tunisia. Quite close to the border with Libya and on the
coast. In Western terms I suppose you would say my parents were middle
class. I was educated locally until I was ten and then sent off to a
private school.

At home we spoke Arabic and French, at school we spoke French and
English. I was a good student and a happy one. I had parents who loved me,
siblings both older and younger whose company I enjoyed. We lived a
comfortable life.  My parents were very correct about our behaviour, even
as very young children I never saw my sisters naked. My brothers seldom so
but often enough to know that even before puberty my penis was longer than
even the eldest.

When I went away to school my penis became a problem. Most of the boys
played around with each other but I didn't. It soon became clear that my
classmates all wanted to see my cocklet erect. Eventually they achieved it
by pantsing me and holding me down while one of them played with me. The
development from then on was that I would be stripped naked periodically
and the more extrovert boys would blow me and the others would just jack me
off. I reached puberty early, I was only twelve. My cock grew even more and
of course my balls dropped. By the time I was fourteen I was an object of
lust for boys and men. When I was home I would swim in the sea and most
times all of us boys would be naked. Gradually our swim trips attracted a
host of older men who just sat on the dunes and watched us play. I was the
last one to leave the beach one-day because I had played in the sea after
the others.

As I walked up through the dunes, still naked, I was grabbed by two of the
men and carried to a blanket laid out in a hollow. They held me down and
played with me. My penis by then was ten inches long and quite thick. They
turned me over and played with my bottom eventually sticking fingers in
me. I cried, it hurt and I felt humiliated. The last thing to happen before
I was freed was that both of the men fucked me. I ran home naked with blood
and cum running down my legs.

I told my father what had happened but instead of cuddling me and calming
me down, he took me to the outhouse, strung me up and beat me
unconscious. I could not understand that action. What had I done wrong, I
asked but was ignored, my Father simply refused to talk to me. For the next
two years I was educated locally and every day when my father got in from
work he would take me to the outhouse and string me up naked. Most days he
would run his hands over my body gently, fondle my genitals until I had an
erection, which he would then play with for a little while, never speaking
to me or looking at me but fondling me until I was ready to cum, but never
actually letting me orgasm. I would then be lowered so that I could bend
over a bench, he would spread my legs wide and then slide his penis into me
and fuck me to orgasm.

Nights he didn't fuck me he would beat me with a strap.

On my sixteenth birthday instead of a party, two men came, gave my father a
large wad of currency and took me away.

I had been sold into slavery.

I spent a month in slave training at my new Master's palace learning to
give good head and to work my gluts to pleasure whoever was fucking me, I
was never penetrated though, only watched as I learnt to tense my gluts and
sphincter muscles.

Sheikh Mohammed who was my new Master fucked me gently and with great
sensitivity but I am not gay and this man on man sex revolted me. I
remember the first time he penetrated me, who wouldn't, I am sure even gay
men remember losing their virginity. You can imagine I am sure therefore
how vivid is my memory of the first time I had anal sex, I was sixteen and
a few weeks old.

I had been cleansed internally by being given two enemas and that was the
first shock to my system. The slaves that did it were older than I and
quite patently lusted after my body. The problem was that at sixteen years
old any stimulus to my genitals, even by another man would get the reaction
that these two wanted. They played with my cock and balls for ages while
taking their time with the enemas. It was incredibly erotic despite my
dislike of the men and their actions. My cock was now 12 inches long and
quite thick, it also blew its load quite quickly when stimulated but the
men didn't let me cum. After the enemas they bathed me but left my penis
alone except to wash it. I was allowed to go soft after they dried me and
powdered me before blowing it all off me and coating my skin lightly in a
body oil. I have to admit when they stood me in front of a mirror while
they combed my hair I did look very sexy. I'm not particularly tall but I
have a well defined body, good muscle definition without it being over the
top. I was told my butt was to die for and of course with a 12 inch penis
and low slung balls I was a source of lust for gay men. I was a light
coffee colour all over because that was my natural colour. I had dark brown
hair that was curly, but not tight curls so it was kept medium length to
make it manageable. My eyes were very dark, almost black but very intense
and expressive, they were definitely the mirror of my soul. I was not
devious enough to be able to make them express a feeling that was not the
truth so I guess that was the reason the master replaced me when I was
eighteen with Salem. He was very beautiful and so nice that I almost fell
in love with him the first time he spoke to me. Silly really, I was very
straight in those days but I could still love Salem, he was just so nice.

I was taken to the master's suite, naked of course, and told to stand in
the centre of the floor with my legs astride and my hands clasped behind my
head. When Mohammed entered he walked all round me first before stopping in
front of me and kissing me gently on the lips.

"You are very beautiful Michel, I know you are going to bring me great
joy."

I knew what he intended to do to me and felt quite frightened, of course
that was mirrored in my eyes which he noticed.

"I know you are a virgin so I will be very gentle with you."

I could only say one thing and that was, "Thank you Master."

I dropped my eyes then because I didn't want him to see the disgust I felt
as his hands started to stroke and fondle me. After he had run his hands
all over me, paying particular attention to my bottom and my genitals he
realised I was a straight man, not at all interested in man on man sex,
unusual in my race I know. I looked up at him and could see the
disappointment in his eyes.

"I'm sorry Master."

I said it with as much feeling as I could because I knew he could do
anything he liked to me.

He took me to his bed then and lay me down on my back with my legs slightly
parted and my hands behind my head, the horizontal version of what I had
just been doing vertically. Without any more conversation he started to
caress my body paying particular attention to my nipples and my cock and
balls, and after he had spread me some, my inside legs. He was incredible,
at last getting me a very serious erection. He stood up then and took his
djelaba off. He was naked underneath and had an erection that almost
matched my own.

"We are going to 69 now Michel. I want you to do exactly the same to me as
I do to you."

I didn't like having to lick all over his genitals, through to his anal
entry, but I did find it incredibly erotic him doing it to me. When he
swallowed my glans, I did his as well, but in my case, only a few seconds
after he started swabbing it with his tongue, I filled his mouth with my
sperm. I was really frightened now wondering what punishment he would
render for my crime. Instead, he licked all of my cum as I went soft,
looked down at my frightened countenance and smiled.

"That was very sweet Michel, just like the rest of you, now shall we
continue and see if you can do the same for me?"

I was amazed but then determined. I had expected to be severely punished
for cumming in the Master's mouth so now I felt I had to be as good as I
could be to pleasure him even though I was very apprehensive at the thought
of eating his cum. He started on my anal entry then, licking it and sucking
on it, I had to do the same but I was nearly sick I hated it so much. Back
to the genitals after a while and that was better. I was soon erect again,
the master was a real master at stimulating me. When I felt his penis
swelling ready to orgasm I closed my eyes tightly and just prayed I
wouldn't disgrace myself. I heard him gasp and then start keening as he
filled my mouth. I was amazed it was quite sweet and I had swallowed it all
before I had time to really think about it. Mohammed was so pleased, he
swivelled round, took me in his arms and kissed me quite passionately.

"That was wonderful Michel, my baby lover. Now I am going to open up your
pretty rosebud and see if you can give me as much joy when I enter you and
orgasm inside your bottom."

I started to shake because his penis was quite thick and I wondered how he
would get it in my bottom when the enema nozzle had caused me such
discomfort, and that was only the size of my finger.

"Turn over on to your tummy Michel and then come up on your knees with your
legs well spread. Keep your head and shoulders on the bed. - - - Good, now
push your bottom back just a little more."

He came round to my head and told me to suck on two fingers that he
presented to me. He obviously found that very erotic because his penis was
very soon erect again. I sucked for a little while before he moved to my
back again and I felt the fingers worrying my anal entry. I tensed but he
slapped my bottom and as I relaxed he slid a finger into me, all the
way. He had immediately hit what I now know was my prostate, my penis
jumped and hardened straight away. The next few minutes were amazing, he
added the second finger and then fucked me with them rotating them as my
bottom accepted more easily. When he pulled out he attacked my cheeks and
my anal entry with his tongue. Despite my dislike for man to man sex what
he was doing to me had me so rampant my cock and balls hurt. He took some
gel then and slicked up my bottom and all his fingers on one hand before
sliding three into me and adding the other two at intervals until I was
swimming in a sea of eroticism. I came violently and Mohammed pulled his
fingers out, added gel to his penis and slid that in. I felt a little pain,
but not much, I was so relaxed, then he started to fuck me in earnest. I
hated it and loved it all in one. He kept striking my prostate on the in
strokes which sent me into orbit but knowing I had a man's penis in my arse
made me ashamed. When he came I could feel the force of his ejaculation, it
was like a bullet entering me followed by several others. He slumped
forward pushing us both into the mattress and continued very gently fucking
me until I felt his cock hardening again. Without pulling out, he turned me
over, lifted my legs over his shoulder and fucked me again for a long time
this time. His eyes were full of lust as he pounded my bottom and played
with my cock and balls. I came twice more, wondering how I could let my
body react so positively to this stimulus. It must have been over an hour
before he finally pulled his flaccid penis out of my anal passage and
rolled over pulling me into him to cuddle.

"Little one, that was exquisite. I know I am going to want to do that to
you many times a day."

Over the next two years I can't even begin to count the number of times
Mohammed fucked me or deposited his semen in my mouth. Always, he was a
gentle lover and always he was sad at the end because although I came many
times during his love making, I never instigated anything and I always
looked disgusted when I had calmed down.

When I was seventeen Mohammed bought another slave to help me look after
him, this one was called Shaka and he was an English educated boy from
Mali. The first time I saw him I was mouth agape at the size of his penis,
it was totally flaccid but nearly a foot long.

Mohammed was grinning at my expression.

"Michel, take Shaka down to the slave master. Tell him I want this new
slave trained as a body slave, he is to sleep with you, but understand, you
may have sex with one another but Shaka, you may not penetrate Michel, not
even with a finger."

I think over the next few months that proved a great source of stress for
Shaka because I know he had fallen in love with me. He used to give me the
most amazing blowjobs despite the fact that I never touched him. The master
used to use us both together sometimes but still Shaka was not allowed to
penetrate me.

Just before my eighteenth birthday the master got tired of my lack of
enthusiasm and sent me to be a footman and page. I didn't mind, I wore a
breach cloth to cover my genitals and I didn't have sex with anyone except
Shaka for an occasional blowjob. A few months later Shaka joined me.

"The master thinks I am too old, he is going to look for a new boy."

Neither of us minded, Shaka was a year older than me so I began to look on
him like an elder brother. It was nice and I was contented enough.

My life changed the day that I first set eyes on Salem. He was without
doubt the most beautiful person I had ever seen. He had such beautiful
delicate features. When Shaka told me he was older than me I didn't believe
him.

"I swear Michel, his birthday is just three months before yours and he is
eighteen. Look at him, he has no slave anklet and he dresses in fine
clothes. He is the master's new companion as well as lover so he has to be
an employee."

I found that out to be true and watched Salem at every opportunity.  He
always looked at me with interest when I opened his door for him when he
returned to the palace, and the day I did it naked and Mohammed made him
fondle me I was thrilled, but he made me adore him with his comment.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, I can't believe the
master would prefer me to you."

I cried, he sounded so sincere and full of wonder. I knew I loved him then
and that love grew every year.

The first person to penetrate me and give me joy was Salem. When he and
Shaka made love to me more than two years after becoming a slave I thought
I was in heaven. I liked both of them immensely, particularly Salem, who
despite being a Master was always so nice to me. The day he told me that I
was so beautiful was the day I cried and pledged to myself that I would
serve him forever.

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Michel's story continues in "Arabian Nights", where he gains his freedom
thanks to Salem and has loads of wonderful adventures with Salem, Shaka and
an English boy called Justin.

"Arabian Nights" is available as an eBook at just $8, saving you 75% off
the normal book price and no P&P, a saving of another $6.

For details contact me on my email. chris-johns@hotmail.com