Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 07:10:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 9

Sissyboy Scenes 9
By Beautiful Creamer


Scene Nine -- Harem Boys

The three prettiest boys at Heavemore Junior High School, Devin Swallowell,
Eli Moistpants and Shane Squirtz, were practically peeing their panties
about their upcoming joint 11th birthday party.

The boys, whose birthdays were in a three-day cluster, had been best
friends since kindergarten and their families had always celebrated with
one big party for the three of them.

For birthdays six through eight, that meant cake, ice cream and pony rides.

Birthdays nine and ten had been very different.  And they expected birthday
eleven to be, as Shane said, "way differenter."

On their ninth birthdays, you see, all had been "normal" until the arrival
of Kinky the Clown.  A "typical" clown, if there is such a thing, in all
respects save one.  His brightly-colored costume was crotchless.  Which
exposed his nine-and-a-half-inch-long, perpetually erect cock and huge,
hairy balls to the birthday boys.  Whose daddies, the party organizers,
encouraged the boys to explore Kinky's man's things with their soft, young
hands.

The boys, curious to a fault, did just that.  And discovered two things.
First, if a boy rubs a man properly, something wet, creamy and giggleworthy
happens.  And second, it's lots of fun to make a man do wet, creamy,
giggleworthy things.

For the first months after their ninth birthdays, the boys didn't even
speak about "Kinky's winky."  But exploration was inevitable and by their
tenth birthdays, the little angels had gotten well acquainted with each
other's "pretty things." Though no one else had shared their exquisite
delights.

Devin, Eli and Shane were little cockteasing, dry-orgasming, local tourist
attractions by their 10th birthdays.  Ogling, heavily-breathing men seemed
to appear wherever the boys wandered.

The boys were expecting an exciting, perhaps life-altering 10th birthday
party.  And they got just that.

The young beauties were never told when or where their party would be held.
So Devin's radar was attuned whenever he got into Daddy's car during his
10th birthday month.  There were several false alarms until one Saturday
when Devin's supposed "haircut appointment" evolved into father and son
entering a small, elegant hotel.

Elevator to the fifth level.  Where the three daddies had rented every room
on the floor.

For what?

Oh.

Devin and Mr. Swallowell entered the presidential suite and saw everything
a rip-snorting 10th birthday needs: Three gorgeous, ten-year-old sissyboys.
Their hunky daddies.  Four older, non-sissyboy brothers.  And two hunky
uncles.  Six bedrooms.  A 55-gallon drum of Spermbutt anal lubricant.  Ten
boxes of tampons.  Numerous fresh panties.

Devin, Eli and Shane were deliciously introduced to man-boy sex over the
48-hour birthday party.

And took to it the way a dog takes to another dog's butt.

Each boy was fucked and fed cum over and over, until the boys and their
nine "suitors" were exhausted.  And the boys had become enthusiastic "man
pleasers."  As a nice bonus, each boy managed to not only "squeal" but
"squirt" his man-nourishing boy's cream that lovely weekend.

All of which, of course, engendered an awesome year for the boys and their
myriad male admirers.

Devin, Eli and Shane weren't really sure whether there would be a "themed"
11th birthday party for them.  Their daddies wouldn't say anything about
it, even before or during sex.  A time when a man will tell his "boyfriend"
anything,

Maybe, with the boys being more or less fully "initiated," a party was
unnecessary.

Still...

A boy likes his birthday recognized.

But to impress the boys, it would have to be pretty spectacular.


Two -- Kidnapped!?!?!?!

The strange events of that September began when Devin was walking home from
school one Friday afternoon.  It was unusual for the young beauty to be
unescorted by his fellow cockpleasers or an ardent suitor or two, but Shane
and Eli weren't to be seen when school was dismissed.

In the World of Devin, Eli and Shane, with endless opportunities for
gut-wrenching sex, the boys would often "peel off" from the group to accept
a man's loving attention.  That must have been what happened, Devin
decided,

No matter, Devin thought.  He had a hot, overnight date lined up that
evening with Mr. Rambum, the new chief of police in town.  Devin hoped he
wore his badge and gun when they fucked.  [giggle]

Life was good for Devin Swallowell and he knew it.

But then...

As if out of nowhere...

Devin heard a car stop behind him.  Someone got out and was moving quickly.
The boy felt a strong hand on his shoulder then a cloth covering his pretty
face.

Then...nothing.

When Devin woke up, he noticed several things.  First, it was dark outside.

So at least four hours had passed.

Second, he was in a very odd place.  There were "fainting couches" and
billowing draperies on the floor-to-high-ceilinged windows.  The floors
were marble -- real marble.  It looked like some scene from "Arabian
Nights."  Had he been kidnapped by terrorists?

Third, and this was important, he was naked.

And a man... a very large, very muscular, extraordinarily black man was
giving Devin a pedicure while a second, almost identical man was giving him
a manicure.

His skin felt tingly, as if he had just had a hot bath.  And he could smell
powder on his chest and his "privates."

Involuntarily, Devin gasped with fear.  And a smidge of lust.  The men were
very manly.  Though their strange dress -- just turbans on their heads and
billowy pants on their privates and legs -- was a bit off-putting.  That
and the fact that neither spoke a word when Devin awoke, or even
acknowledged that he was in their presence.

Where was he?

Oh.

He got it.

This was what the daddies had arranged for the 11th birthday party.  Good
one, daddies!  The boys were kidnapped and taken somewhere strange, then
would be fucked gloriously all weekend!

That had to be it.

Right?

The men looked like those "Nubians" Devin had seen in the Arabian Nights
stories that Devin liked so much growing up. Daddy knew that.  So he must
have cooked this all up for Devin and his sissy friends.  Good one, Daddy.
He would have to give Daddy a very special blowjob for his efforts.  The
kind where he brings a man to the brink of cumming and then, over and over,
stops.  Making the man desperate until, finally, he lets the man enjoy the
best orgasm of his life, since pleasure delayed is pleasure enhanced.

Nice touch, the Nubians, Devin thought.  He wondered idly where Nubia was
on the map.  And if the Nubians were going to fuck him before he met a
pasha or a sultan or somebody.

Wait.

Weren't those harem guards eunuchs?  Neutered studs?

What a waste!

Devin bet that the two men finishing up his clear, finger- and toenail
polish had big cocks and heavy balls before they became eunuchs.

Or maybe they were just part of the show and still had all their man parts.

Where was the ice cream and cake?  Even at "Sperma-palooza" last year at
the 10th birthday, there was lots of ice cream and cake.

And where were Eli and Shane?  And the daddies?  Surely they would want "a
piece" of their boys as well as a piece of birthday cake.

Devin would just play along in the party spirit, since Daddy had clearly
spent a lot of time and money setting this up.

The Nubians were motioning for the boy to stand, so he did.  Then one of
them handed Devin a pair of pink, translucently sheer, billowy,
mid-calf-length pants.  Harem pants, Devin giggled.  And he put them on.

It was exciting to be in a harem as a little concubine.  Even if it was
just playing.

Were the Nubians looking at Devin lustfully?  He was pretty sure the
"Sultan" would have them whipped if they did.  He was the Sultan's
"property," after all.

He hoped the Sultan was handsome.  And had a big cock.  He didn't care if
he got a little rough with Devin.  Devin liked when men "manned up."

He guessed the Sultan would be "having" Devin within the hour.  No man who
saw the young beauty could resist him for much longer.  And he looked extra
scrumptious in his harem pants -- that were so gossamer thin you could see
his stiff, needy penis ready for love.

So when the taller of the two Nubians led Devin out of the room, he thought
they would be going to the Sultan's bedroom.  Probably right next door.

No.

Instead, the sissyboy was led through a number of large, marble-floored,
opulent rooms.  Making Devin wonder: "How much did a set-up like all this
cost?"

Maybe they did sissyboy birthday parties all year.  Which would spread out
the overhead.

Still, it was awfully authentic, as far as Devin could see.

Their destination was the fifth large hall.  And what a room it was.

A long, shining pool was sunken in the center of the hall.  Reclining
couches rimmed the pool.  The room's occupants were the major attraction,
however.  Ten or twelve of the loveliest young boys Devin had ever seen.
They were all scantily attired in harem pants -- black, blue and white --
or just panties.  Some of the boys were even naked and "playing tickles"
with each other as they kissed.

It was a pretty sight indeed.

The boys were at least the equal in loveliness of Devin, Eli and Shane.
Which Devin had never experienced.  The trio had always been the
"princesses" of their town.  The "competition" of it all was a bit
unsettling.

And by the way, where were Eli and Shane?

Probably on their way.

Also on their way was a delegation of five or six pretty boys, who greeted
Devin with warm smiles, but appraising eyes.

Devin noted right away that all the boys in the "harem" were
"foreign-looking," with skin three or four shades darker than Devin's
alabaster epidermis.

The lead boy, the prettiest of them all, asked Devin something in what
could have been Arabic.  When Devin didn't answer, the boy switched to
English and said, "Welcome to the harem of Pasha Ali.  My name is Abdullah.
What's yours?"

Devin thought, the level of authenticity is amazing.  Playing along, he
said, "Thanks, Abdullah.  Nice place you got here.  Have my friends Eli and
Shane gotten here yet?"

Abdullah looked puzzled.  He asked the other boys, in Arabic, if they knew
any named Eli or Shane (the only words Devin understood).  They didn't.

When the heck were his friends showing up?

No problem though.  Devin would get first choice of men.  So he asked,
"When do we meet the men?"

"Men?" Abdullah asked.  "There are only Pasha Ali and the six Nubian
guards."

Well that was a bummer.  But fun was in sight.

Playing along, Devin said, "So what about fun with the other boys?  My `boy
bag' is a little full from seeing all you pretties.  Can we do what those
naked little cuties are doing over there?

Abdullah shook his head and said, quite firmly.  "At the home of Pasha Ali,
boys are expected to make love with other boys.  It is our great joy.  But
the boy who wears the pink harem pants each day, must save his juices for
Pasha Ali.  By dressing you like that, he has signaled that you will be the
one he loves tonight."

Good one, Daddy.  Nice touch.

Though it didn't seem to Devin that Abdullah believed that a night of pasha
passion was something to anticipate with joy.

He was about to ask for more details when a very large, very Nubian man
appeared, got Devin's attention and motioned for Devin to follow him.

It appeared that Devin was about to meet the man of the house.  And Devin
had yet to meet a man he couldn't dominate with charm.

Even if it was only role-playing.

The "Nubian" led the eager Devin through yet another large hall, then
turned right into a smaller room.  More roughly than necessary, the Nubian
stripped Devin's pink harem pants off and Devin was briefly naked.  The
big, black man then grunted and helped Devin put on a filmy-sheer, long,
white robe that covered only the pretty boy's back and shoulders.  Leaving
his nipples, belly button and aching, swollen "boy's things" that would be
exposed to his so-called pasha-guy "harem master."

Despite the lack of cake and ice cream, Devin was really enjoying his
birthday party so far.  Wait'll I tell Eli and Shane about all this, he
thought.

The large man checked Devin out for a moment and Devin was pleased to see
that the man's meat had stiffened considerably.

Devin had that effect on men.

Devin wondered if the man was going to fuck him right then, especially when
he handed Devin a large tube of Spermbutt anal lubricant and motioned for
Devin to slick himself up with it.

Which was good news and bad news.  The good news, of course, was that Devin
was about to be fucked. Devin adored being fucked.  The bad news was that
his fucker was either too lazy or too high-and-mighty to lube Devin up
himself, a vital step in any serous man-boy lovemaking.

Still, Devin guessed it would be in character for that Pasha guy whom those
little creampuffs in the harem said they were all afraid of.

Devin was impressed at the level of detail at this themepark or whatever it
was.  But the ride had only begun for him.

Devin was half-pushed into a room half the size of the main harem room.  It
was furnished with only two items.  A posh bed the size of the national
debt.  And a magnificent throne.

Upon which sat, Devin reckoned, Pasha Ali.

Pasha Ali did not look like Santa Claus awaiting a pretty little elf for a
Christmas Eve, pre-flight blowjob.

He looked, how should Devin describe it?  Swarthy.  Very swarthy.  With a
Yasser Arafat three-day-old beard.  And dark, middle-eastern skin.  Kind of
how Devin thought a terrorist should look.

He had a hairy, beer gut.  He was naked below the waist.  And he didn't
look friendly.

Though, as Devin stood before Pasha Ali...as Ali admired the contrast
between his own swarthiness and the Western boy's white robe, creamy skin
and excited, exposed, boy's things, it was obvious to Devin that the man
was happy to see the boy.

Devin gasped when Ali's manliness attained its full glory!  It must have
been close to ten inches tall -- skinned, thick and proud.

Devin feared for the future of his ability to make normal poops.

But was thrilled as well.

Daddy was giving Devin something new and different, wasn't he?

The boy was scared.  In a good way.  Though he didn't like the other prop
that Ali was holding in his right hand -- a black, leather,
cat-o-nine-tails.  As if Daddy would allow anyone to whip his boy's perfect
butt.  Hah!

Still, it was a nice touch.

Devin could tell that his "whitebread" looks had excited "Pasha Ali."  And,
while the man wasn't the boy's usual type, Devin was certainly willing to
follow Daddy's program.

Were the three daddies, Eli and Shane recording all of this?  Probably.
And wanking each other off as they watched.

The man motioned the boy to walk toward him.

Nobody said much around that place.

Though the man chose that moment to reveal his ability to speak English.

"My brothers have done well.  I told them to find a beautiful, American,
sissyboy, capitalist whore and they chose you.  Very well."

Devin blushed -- with both pride and anger.  He liked the "beautiful" part,
even though that was pretty obvious.  The "whore" part stung a bit.  Devin
didn't take money for fucking.  OK, maybe a nice gift from a man now and
then.  And Devin didn't consider himself promiscuous.  Merely
"super-friendly."

Ali continued.  "I will take my pleasure with you any way I want.  Striking
back at America, the Great Satan, as I abuse your tight hole with my
strong, manly, Arab cock."

Devin winced.  Not at Ali's declaration of his carnal plans.  But at the
stupid, trite dialogue someone wrote for Ali's first "encounter" with the
Western sissyboy.  He hoped it wasn't Daddy.

Truth be told, looking at Ali's mammoth cock and seeing the man's desire
for Devin's body -- a desire that a man can't fake -- and the fact that he
had a buttered-up, unused for at least 24 hours bottomhole, Devin wanted
Ali to stop talking and start fucking.

"On your knees, American piglet and start sucking the superior Arab cock."

Geez, Devin thought.  Bad dialogue again.  Who wrote that stuff?

But the cock looked pretty good.

Devin shed the white robe and, playing along, hesitantly approached the
seated Ali.  He looked like the pure, white virgin about to be defiled by
the rampant, foreign devil.  A notion that made the apparent "actor" who
was playing Ali's cock twitch.

Devin got onto his knees and slowly, almost reverently began to lick the
man's fat knob.  Tasting his first ant-American pre-cum.

Not bad.

So he licked a bit more.  Fondling the man's heavy ball bag while he
applied his considerable skills as a fellatrix.

The man groaned with pleasure.

Proving that, despite the differences men believe they have, they all groan
when pretty boys lick their cocks.

"You suck cock well, American piglet whore.  But we will still bury you and
your capitalist pig brethren.  Ohhhh..."

Just as Devin was beginning to wonder what "terrorist" spunk tasted like,
he got his answer.

It seemed that the rude, hairy man didn't have a lot of "staying power."

Which, like most men, shamed Ali a bit.

But he didn't blame himself.  His kind never do.

When he was finished prematurely ejaculating all over Devin's face, Ali
turned nasty.  "You filthy piglet!  Employing all your disgusting American
tricks to make me spill my seed before I was ready!  I'll punish you for
that!"

Which confused Devin a bit.  He hadn't done anything out of the ordinary
with Ali's cock.  Except lick it.  While being the most beautiful boy in
the harem.  Or any other harem.

But Ali's cock was down and his anger was up.

Before Devin could react, he grabbed the boy and flung him across his
knees.

Oh dear!

Was he about to be spanked?

Devin didn't like being spanked, though he knew plenty of sissyboys who
did.

If Daddy's watching this on video nearby, Devin thought, maybe it's time
for him to step in.

But Devin wasn't going to be spanked.

That idiotic actor that Daddy hired was whipping Devin's five-star ass with
that cat-o-nine-tails thing.

And it hurt!!

A lot!

Devin screamed for his Daddy.  And begged that crazy idiot to stop.  Maybe
they gave him a safe word and he forgot it.

He threatened Ali too.  Sobbing out, "My Daddy will sue you!"  Which made
Ali laugh and beat Devin harder.

Devin's bottomcheeks were covered with welts when Ali stopped flagellating
him.

His pretty eyes were soaked with tears.  He wanted to go home!  He wasn't
even going to have any birthday cake.

The party had gone terribly wrong.

But then, things took a turn for the better.

Whipping the "American piglet whore" had restored Ali's cock to its glory.
Perhaps a full 11 inches that time.  And he knew just where he wanted that
lovely boner to reside.

He THREW Devin face down on the bed, MOUNTED the boy and PLUNGED his cock
into the boy's pre-Spermbutted, whipped, sore, bottom.

Devin screamed again.

But that time, it was with a heady mixture of pain and pleasure.  Great
pleasure.

Devin had never been USED the way Ali was using him.  He was completely in
the man's power.  And the man had been transformed into a rutting beast.
Who had absolutely no premature ejaculation problems.

Ali fucked Devin for 43 glorious minutes.  Making the boy spunk twice,
despite never touching the boy's penis or kissing the boy on any part of
his body.

When Ali finally spermed Devin's ravaged bottohole, Devin screamed with his
third orgasm of that glorious fuck.

Well, Kevin thought.  Now that was a birthday fuck.

When Ali withdrew and rolled off the boy, Devin would have gladly sucked
Ali to a third stand, then lain on his back to accommodate Ali for a
good-old-fashioned missionary fuck.  Then he remembered that in the Muslim
world, they don't like missionaries.

When Ali finished his fuck, he lost interest in the boy.  Without a word,
the man got up and left the room.  Leaving behind a very puzzled sissyboy.

They do things differently here, he thought.  But then he reminded himself
that it was all part of the act.

The big Nubian escort appeared moments later.  Rather than grunt and point
that time, he took the exhausted boy into his strong arms and carried him
out of the room.

Which was OK with Devin.

He needed some sleep.  Plus Eli and Shane had probably arrived by then, so
he wanted to tell them everything that had happened.

Devin was naked in the arms of the hunky, very black, very large man.  His
ravaged bottom was red with whip marks and the lovehole was wide open and
drooling Ali's copious cum.

Mmmm, he thought.  It was different, but I liked it.  Maybe I'll talk to
Shane and Eli after my nap.

The Nubian had other plans.

The big man carried Devin to a part of the so-called "palace" that he
hadn't seen.  Into a small bedroom.  With a dresser.  Pictures of a Nubian
mother and Nubian family.  The guard's room, Devin guessed.

The guard's room!!!

What was he going to do with Devin???

The boy was pretty sure he wasn't going to let him nap.

The Nubian guard removed his loincloth.

Oh my.

The man made Ali look like a pencil dick.'

Did Daddy find all these guys in some central casting deal?

The man's cock was ebony black, at least a foot long, and frighteningly
erect.

Devin gulped.

Since getting fucked appeared to be inevitable, Devin decided to lie back
and enjoy it.

The boy lay on his back, lifted his knees to his ears and opened his arms.

Unlike Ali, the guard knew how to make love to a boy.  No whipping.  Lots
of kissing.

And penetration so deep, Devin could taste the man's cock in his throat.

Devin definitely got his second wind as the man was fucking him.  It was a
fuck to remember, though he wasn't sure his asshole would ever close again.

It did close up a little during the soft kisses the man and boy enjoyed
during the man's recovery time.  After which they fucked again.  A bit more
slowly that time, but building to a gut-wrenching finish.

Wow!

Nice work, Daddy.

Devin hoped Daddy saved the tape on those fucks.  They were keepers.

The man was sweating, but happy when he reattached his loincloth and
escorted Devin back to the main harem room.

Devin wanted to kiss the man goodbye, but didn't think that would sit well
in that culture.

So the man left.  And Devin was alone with the coven of pretty sissyboys
and their English-speaking spokesperson, Abdullah.

"So you have survived your first night with Pasha Ali and, I'm guessing,
with Mahmoud the guard," Abdullah stated.

Devin smiled. I didn't just survive.  I ruled, he thought.  But all he said
was, "Yeah, but I didn't like the whipping."

"He doesn't do it because we're bad, Devin.  He whips us because it makes
his cock get hard and stay hard.  He is a pig, but what can we do?  We're
stuck here until our 13th birthdays.  Then he takes us back to our parents,
who were each given one million American dollars for our services."

Hah!  Good story line, Devin thought.  "Say, Abdullah.  I don't mean to
interrupt your pity party, but are my friends Eli and Shane here yet?
We're having our 11th birthday party together and..."

"DEVIN!" Abdullah shouted.  "Wake up.  Your friends aren't coming.  You're
here for two years with us and that pasha pig and the Nubians.  Find
yourself a nice lover from among us -- many have inquired about your
affections -- hope you don't get the pink harem pants very often and count
the days down."

Hah!  Sticking to the story line.  I'll play along, Devin thought.  "OK.
Where are we anyway?  Are we still in Iowa.  Or are we in Chicago or
something?"

Abdullah sighed.  "Follow me.  We'll step outside and I'll show you where
we are."

Playing along, Devin followed Abdullah.  Down a hallway.  To a double door
leading to a balcony.  Onto a balcony.  Looking out over...

Sand.

Just sand.

Huge, stinking dunes of it.

Sand.

Now would be the time to step out of wherever you're watching all this, hug
me and take me home, Daddy.

Daddy?

Daddy!!!!!!!!!!!


I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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