Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2001 15:10:57 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Finding Love - chapter 12

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Finding Love - by BW                         Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 12 - An adventure overseas.          June 2000

As soon as the door to the jet was opened and the stairs were lowered, Tad
and I were rushed out of the plane, hustled into a waiting limo, and Diego
and Sovie got in behind us.  There was another gentleman in the vehicle and
he addressed Sovie as soon as we had settled into our seats.

"Good afternoon, I am Abdulah.  I represent the party who is interested in
the items that you are offering for purchase."  He looked at Tad and me,
sending shivers running up and down my spine.  The man had black hair, very
dark eyes, a black moustache on his upper lip, and very white teeth.  He
was dressed in typical Arab fashion, in a flowing white robe, with slacks
underneath, and a piece of white cloth draped about his head.

"Where is your employer?" Sovie asked him.  "I thought he was going to meet
us?"

"No, I am to take you to his residence.  You will meet him there."

"Will we complete our transaction there?"

"Yes, everything will be completed after the merchandise has been
inspected.  We will be there in about half an hour.  Would any of you care
for something to drink?"  Sovie indicated that he was and the man opened
the bar in the limo and he offered us all sodas.  "I'm afraid that our
religion does not permit the consumption of alcoholic beverages.  I hope
these will quench your thirst."

"This will be fine," Sovie told him, "we didn't come here for
refreshments."

The limo pulled away from the airport and Sovie and the Arab guy talked
about many things, none of which pertained to our current situation.  I
tried to look out the windows, but at first there wasn't much to see.  The
landscape was fairly barren as we drove away from the airport, but about
ten minutes later I could see the outlines of a fairly modern city looming
up before us.  We didn't enter the city, but went past it until we came to
a large building on the outskirts of the city.  The building was huge,
surrounded by fences, and there were guards at several different points.
We were let into the compound and the limo pulled up in front of the main
entrance.  Several people came scurrying out of the building and one of
them opened the door.  We were all helped out of the vehicle, led up to the
door, and guided inside.  Tad and I were still naked and a couple of the
boys who had come out to greet us were eyeing us over.  I didn't know
whether to be flattered or upset.

Abdulah, Sovie, and Diego were led off in one direction by a boy in his
late teens or early twenties, while Tad and I were instructed to follow the
boys who had been eyeing us.  We were led into a large room that was filled
with boys, with some as young as six or seven and others as old as their
early twenties.  I guess that this is the harem we are being added to.  The
boys were mostly Middle Eastern looking, judging by their dark hair, dark
eyes, and dark skin, but there were some who looked different from the
rest.  They must have been purchased too, like we were about to be.  All of
them were bare-chested, but they all had their genitals covered.  Some wore
pants, some had a cloth piece wrapped around their waist, and others had on
what looked like a fancy diaper.  The boys asked us some questions and they
looked shocked when we told about some of what had happened to us.

After this little discussion, two boys took us over to an area where there
was a large pool.  They took off their own clothes and they led us down
into the water.  They used real sponges to wash our bodies and then we all
relaxed in the water for a short time.  Then we were led out of the pool
and had our bodies dried before they started covering our bodies with oils.
It was a wonderful experience and it felt great, but I couldn't really
enjoy it, knowing that we were probably just being prepared to be led to
our new master, so he could abuse us sexually.

After we were done, we were guided toward a door that opened off of this
room.  It led to a smaller room and there was another man waiting for us.
He turned out to be a doctor and he gave both of us a complete physical.
He checked our eyes, our ears, and our throats.  He checked our groins,
made us turn our heads and cough, and he took our temperature.  He took our
blood pressure, felt up our arms and legs, and then he made us bend over so
he could check our rectums, which he probed with the fingers of his gloved
hand.  When he finished checking us over, we were taken back into the first
room, given some fancy silken pants to wear, and then the first two boys
started asking us questions.  They spoke fairly good English and they
wanted to know how we had come to be here.  We gave them a capsulized
version about our kidnapping, our confinement, and our trip here.  Then
they led us over to a group of other boys about our age and we had to
repeat our story again.

Tad and I tried to ask them questions, but we were told that they couldn't
discuss anything about their master or what he does with them.  We were
told that the master would tell us or teach us all that we would need to
know.  It was kind of nice to be able to talk and interact with other kids
our age, but it wasn't enough to mask the real reason why we were there.
Tad and I were still depressed and scared.  No small talk or friendly help
could change that easily.  The two of us eventually moved away from the
others and found a corner where we could be alone.  We started to discuss
things between ourselves when the older boy reentered the area, the one who
had taken Sovie and Diego in the other direction.  He looked around the
room, spotted us, and came over to where we were talking.

"You are both to come with me," he told us.

"Why?" Tad asked.  "Where are you going to take us?"

"You are going to meet your new master.  He wants to see the two of you
immediately."

"How come your accent is different?" I asked him.  "You don't sound like
most of the others."

"No, I am from Australia.  That's the accent you are detecting."

"How long have you been here?" Tad wanted to know.

"We do not have time for this conversation now, we must get to the other
area immediately.  Please, follow me."  He turned and moved toward the main
door and we followed closely behind him.  We walked down a large corridor,
passing several doors on each side of the hall.  At the end of the hall was
a set of double-doors and they were opened as we approached.  We went
inside and there were Abdulah, Sovie, Diego, and another man who was
dressed in the same attire as Abdulah.  He was older than Abdulah, probably
in his fifties, but they were very similar in appearance.  They were all
seated on some very comfortable looking furniture arranged in a circular
pattern, and we were taken to the area in front of them.

"Ah, so these are the two that you are offering me?" the new man said.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Sovie replied.

"How old are they?"

"I believe that they are both twelve now."

"Ah, very fine.  What about the examination?" the master asked the boy who
led us there.

"The doctor reports that they are in acceptable health."

"Then let me see them naked."  The older boy rapidly came over to us, told
us to remove our garments quickly, and then he pushed us before the older
man once we were naked.  "Very nice, indeed, and just beginning to mature.
Yes, very nice.  You may take them over to the other side of the room,
now."  He said the last sentence to the older boy, who had us grab our
pants, and we took them with us to the far side of the chamber.  He told us
that we could redress and we quickly slipped the pants back on.

"You two stay alert now, in case there are problems," he told us.  We
looked at him, surprised and confused.  He was watching and listening to
the conversation that was going on between the men on the other side of the
room.  We could make out that they were discussing money and we realized
that they were negotiating a final price for the two of us.  The discussion
was friendly but heated, and they finally agreed on an amount.  Sovie
looked pleased with himself, when the older man stood, summoned his guards
to him and then made an announcement.

"Our agreement has been reached and I have one more thing to say to this
gentleman who has brought me these two fine boys.  You are under arrest."

Sovie looked startled, Diego looked like he was reaching into his jacket
for a weapon, and the guards were upon both of them in seconds.  They
restrained both men, confiscated Diego's weapon, and soon had both men in
handcuffs.  The older gentleman approached Tad and me, and he began to
speak.

"I'm sorry that I had to ask you to undress earlier and I hope you will
forgive me.  It was a necessary deception until we got Mr. Sovie to
acknowledge that he brought you here and we agreed on a fee.  Once we had
done that, we could arrest him and his assistant."  He paused briefly.
"Excuse my poor manners.  I am Neb Hage and I work for the FBI.  Abdulah,
whom you met earlier, is really Ed Abdallah and he also works for the FBI.
We've been tracking Mr. Sovie and his illegal activities for quite some
time, and now we have enough against him to put him away for the rest of
his natural life."

"But can you arrest him here?" I asked, not knowing if they had the right
to arrest him in a foreign country.

"Yes, we can.  The U.S. has been cooperating with the government here and
they have allowed us to set up this sting.  We were loaned this marvelous
building to carry out the deception; the boys in the room you were in first
were recruited locally.  They are from the families of those working at the
local embassies, mostly locals but a few of them are American.  The older
boys are actually young men who are in the early stages of their law
enforcement training.  They were all briefed, in depth, on how they were to
act, what they were to do, and what they could talk to you about."

"But they washed us and they got naked to do it," Tad said, shocked.

"I know.  Those two boys asked if they would be allowed to do that when
they heard about your story and they saw that room.  That is a bathing area
and they thought it would be nice to do something special for you, after
all you had experienced."  We looked at each other, more confused now than
before.

"But what about the doctor and the physical?" I wanted to know.

"Oh, he's a real doctor and he's also one of ours.  We wanted to make sure
that you were both in good health after the ordeal you have been through.
He says that you're a little malnourished, but overall you are fine."

"How did you know about this?" I continued.  "How did you have time to set
this up?"

"You boys can thank your benefactor when we get back to the States.  One of
your former captors, a young man named Dean, went to the Texas Rangers with
information about you.  They contacted us and we started to put together
several plans to rescue you.  In an effort to get them to let down their
guard, we had the Texas Law Enforcement Agencies call off their search for
you.  When Dean told us about your whereabouts, we made a hasty plan to
rescue you from that shack, but Sovie moved you before we were ready to
act.  It took us quite a while to locate the spot where he took you next,
but we did it when we followed him down on his last trip.  Unfortunately,
you two had run away and no one knew how to find you.  We didn't have
enough time to rescue you, once he bribed the Mexican military to help him
find you in that village.

"We had this plan set up from the start, as a plan to use if the others
failed or we couldn't pull them off.  We invented this fictitious
businessman who liked to buy young boys for sexual use, and we planted that
story with a known associate of Mr. Sovie.  As we hoped, Sovie soon learned
of the opportunity and he attempted to make money by selling the two of
you.  We set up the buy, arranged for this elaborate deception, and lured
him into our trap.  All of what happened today was videotaped, so we have
solid evidence of the whole transaction, from the time you landed and up
until they were arrested."

"Thank you, so much," Tad told him.  "This whole thing has been horrible
and I'm glad that it's over.  When do we get to go back home?"

"There are some things that we need to tie up here first, but we should be
able to fly out of here some time tomorrow.  We'll fly directly to Dallas
and we'll notify your family to meet you there."

"I can't believe this is over," I said in relief.  "I told Sovie that he
was going to get caught and spend the rest of his life in jail.  He was
getting greedy."

"You don't know how right you are.  We've been watching him long before he
kidnapped the two of you.  He first came to our attention when he began
smuggling exotic and endangered species into the country.  He was selling
them for unbelievable amounts of money and he used his veterinary business
as a front for this business.  He had purchased most of these animals in
other countries, but he had murdered several of his suppliers so he
wouldn't have to pay them.  You might say that he was cutting out the
middleman.  Anyway, we had reports from three or four countries about these
murders and he was indirectly linked to them all.  The bad news was that we
had no solid evidence to connect him with any of things that he was doing.
Every time it looked like we'd be able to nail him, he would change to
something new.  At first he just changed suppliers, though we didn't know
he had killed his old ones, then he changed the species he was dealing in,
then he moved to Dallas and changed his location.  Every time we got close
to him, he'd slip away.

"After that, he began to launder money for other people, taking a
percentage of it for himself.  He used his veterinary office and then he
did it through Win's father's corporation.  He was also after Win's
mother's private wealth; that's why he married her and had to get Win out
of the picture.  You'll be told more about that when we get back, though.
For now, you can go with Ian here (he was the older boy) and you can go
back and wait with the other kids.  Have fun while we take care of things
here."

Tad and I both thanked him again and then we followed Ian back to the first
room we were in.  When we entered, the boys all came rushing up to us,
wanting to know what had happened.  After we gave them a quick account of
what went down, Tad and I thanked them all.  They came up to us and
apologized that they couldn't say anything earlier, but they were under
strict orders and they didn't want to blow the FBI's chance of nailing the
bastard.  They were all very nice about everything.

Tad and I singled out the two boys who had bathed us and thanked them
personally.  They both just smiled shyly. "The FBI told us a little bit
about what had happened to you and we just wanted to do something special
for you.  That was something that would be commonly done for an honored
guest, and Mr. Hage said that it would be fine if we did it for you."

"Weren't you guys embarrassed having to get undressed and into the water
with us?" Tad asked them.

"No, not at all.  It is not uncommon for boys or men within our culture to
see each other naked.  In fact, if this had been a real harem of boys and
young men, none of them would be wearing any clothing at all.  They would
have been completely naked all of the time.  We gave the nakedness no
thought at all.  We just wanted to do something nice for you.  We wish we
could have done even more."

"You've already done more than you'll ever know," I told him.  "Just the
fact that you helped us that little bit and that you were part of the group
that rescued us, that's all we could have hoped for."

"Are you sure?  If there is anything else we can do, just let us know and
we'll do it for you."

"Well, I am a little hungry," Tad told him.  One of the boys ran over to
one of the older boys, said something to him, and the older boy left.  The
first boy came back to where we were standing.

"I sent Jack to see what he can find.  He should be back shortly.  Until
then, why don't we go over there and sit down."  We followed him over to
the cushions and we spread out on them.  We talked a little more and we
found out a little bit about some of the other boys.  Most of them were
from local families, but their parents worked for the American Embassy.
There were a couple of other boys whose parents worked for other foreign
embassies and were from those countries, including the Australian boy.
They were all very nice and we had fun chatting with them.

After a while Jack returned and he led us to a kitchen where some food had
been prepared for us.  Tad and I gobbled the meal down quickly and we were
given a soda to wash it down with.  God, it seemed good to be able to eat
something good and not have to sit on the floor to do it.  After we
finished our impromptu lunch, we were taken back to the room with the other
boys.  When we walked in, our new friends ran up to us.

"We talked to Mr. Hage and we asked him if you could stay with us tonight.
After we begged him, he said it would be okay.  You're going home with us
tonight."

"You two live together?" Tad asked.

"Yeah, we're brothers.  I'm Hakim and this is Mahomet.  I am thirteen,
almostt fourteen, and my brother is twelve."  We shook hands, now that we
were formally introduced.  "Now we will take you to meet our parents and we
will help you relax and have some fun."

We ended up leaving in the pants that had been given to us when we arrived.
Then we were taken in a bus the embassy, where we met the boys' parents,
Mr. & Mrs. Akkabar.  They seemed very nice, but they were somewhat
surprised by their sons' news that they had invited us for the night.  I
hoped that the boys hadn't overstepped their bounds and that it wouldn't
cause family problems.  They all spoke in Arabic for a few minutes before
Mr. Akkabar turned to us and spoke in English.  "You are more than welcome
to come to our home and spend the evening.  Hakim and Mahomet have
explained your predicament and we would be honored by your presence.  The
boys have said that they will take care of all of your needs, as my wife
and I must attend an embassy function in a few hours.  Our home will be
yours until you have to leave."

We thanked them for their generosity and joined them as they drove us all
home.  When we arrived at their home, Tad and I became aware of the fact
that this family was fairly well off.  They had a very nice home and they
had a cook and a maid who took care of daily chores.  The cook informed us
that dinner would be ready in about twenty minutes.  Hakim and Mahomet gave
us a quick tour of their home and then we went back to eat.  I'm not sure
what we ate, but it was pretty good, although different from what we were
used to.  By the time we finished eating, their parents were almost ready
to leave and the cook was cleaning up the kitchen.  We went to a common
area where we sat and talked for some time.

Once it cooled down a little outside, the four of us went outside and
kicked a soccer ball around, eventually playing a little two-on-two game.
It was Hakim and Tad again Mahomet and me.  It was fun and we had a good
time, even though Tad and I aren't very good at the game.  Afterward, we
went back inside and the boys suggested that we all take a bath together,
to cool off.  They said that they take baths together frequently to save
water, as it is a valuable commodity in the region.  We agreed, seeing we
had done it together once already, and they led us to their large tub.  We
all got undressed and got in.  Finally, I asked the question that I
wondered about earlier.

"Hakim, may I ask you a question?"

"Certainly, my friend.  I will tell you whatever you wish to know."

"I see that you and your brother are circumcised.  I was surprised by this
fact.  I thought that most of the boys in the world were uncut, like Tad."

"We believe in the teachings of Islam and members of our religion practice
the custom of circumcision.  All males are circumcised by the time they are
twelve years old."

"Twelve years old?" I questioned.  "You mean it isn't done when you are a
baby?"

"For some of the families it is done that way, but not for us.  I was ten
years old when it was done for me and Mahomet was circumcised just slightly
over one year ago."

"Didn't that hurt?" Tad inquired.

"No.  We were given an injection to numb the pain.  Our doctors do not use
stone knives to do this with."

"We didn't mean to suggest that," I countered.  "Tad and I were just
curious because of your age."

"We take no offense," Hakim answered.  "We just praise Allah by sacrificing
our foreskin to him, according to Islamic tradition."

"Thank you for making that clear to us," Tad said, trying to make up for
any insult that he might have inadvertently made earlier.  Playfully, we
washed each other's bodies and then we dried off.  Then Hakim and Mahomet
offered to massage our bodies and rub them with oil.  Eagerly, Tad and I
agreed.

They had Tad and me lie belly-down on the cool tile floor and then they
began to massage our necks, backs, buttocks, and legs.  When they finished,
they started at the neck again and rubbed sweet smelling oils into our
skin.  It was wonderful and they even oiled the soles of our feet.  When
they finished, they had us roll over on our backs so they could do our
fronts.  Tad and I were already sprouting boners from the marvelous jobs
they had done on our other side, and we were slightly embarrassed as our
wands flopped back and forth in the air.  The brothers smiled at each other
when they saw them, then they began to massage our chests and work their
way down.  When they came to our stiffies, they began to massage them too,
only up and down.  I think Tad and I both looked shocked when they did
this, but it felt so good and the brothers were smiling so sweetly that we
didn't object.  We let them work their magic and their fists flew up and
down on our rigid shafts.

It was actually very pleasant to feel a new hand going up and down on our
pricks.  Their techniques were slightly different from our own and I could
hear Tad moaning, even though I was making enough noises of my own.  After
several minutes of this intense pleasure, Tad and I both erupted, sending
ribbons of our creamy sperm shooting out and onto our chests.  The brothers
pumped on our dicks a little longer and then they quietly cleaned us off.
Then they continued their massaging of our legs and feet before they
started in with the oils.  They oiled the front of our necks, our chests,
our legs, and the top of our feet.  Then they came back up our body and
oiled up our penises.

Almost instantly we became hard again, causing the brothers to look at each
other and smile again.  They put lots of oil onto our cocks and then they
stood up, straddled our waists, and sat down on our rods, letting them
slide into their own boy chutes.  Tad and I hadn't been expecting this, as
we had been lying their enjoying this with our eyes closed.  We opened our
eyes quickly as we felt them going down on us, but then we just laid back
to enjoy it when we saw the contented looks on the brothers' faces.  They
began to raise and lower on our poles and they were making as much noise of
enjoyment as we were.

Mahomet was riding my little bronco and his tight hole was wrapped so
tightly around my penis that it was a better grip than he had used when
masturbating me with his hand.  Even though I had come just a short time
before, I could already feel my juices begin to bubble, letting me know
that my cum longed to spurt up the shaft.  After just a few more lunges up
and down my mast, I blew my load into him, like a boiler that had built up
too much steam.  My pearly custard was soon spraying into Mahomet's gut and
he was loving it.  He kept riding me until I started to go soft and then he
collapsed forward, onto my chest.  I hugged him deeply, in appreciation,
and then I kissed him.  Mahomet didn't hesitate and he kissed me back.  We
continued that for a short time before I looked over toward Tad and saw
that he and Hakim were embracing each other too, in appreciation for what
they had enjoyed together.  It had beeen wonderful and it seemed to erase
some of the bad memories of past few months from our minds.

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