Jason, the all American blond boy, a former young Marine made a captive prisoner by the Sultan who added him to his harem, a highly prized addition to an already quite large bunch of young male beauties, came out from the warm, perfumed water filling the huge tub of the equally huge white marble bathroom.
Nonchalantly spreading apart the cala lilly flowers floating on the surface of the water of his luxurious bath, Jason stepped on the marble floor and stood there for while in the intoxicating smoke of the narguile, entirely naked, admiring his own reflection in the high mirrors panelling the room.
Jason's body was absolutely flawless, which was probably one of the reasons why the Sultan had made him his favorite petboy, along with his skills and talents, having him taken to his private quarters nearly every night, alone or with some others of the young boys from the harem for orgies never ending before dawn. Long legs and a natural bubble butt slightly enhanced by the surgeon, who had also dramatically reduced his waist, gave Jason the unique, sensuous allure and walk of some wild panther. His boy breasts, created to perfectly match the Sultan wishes, like the whole rest of Jason's body was, were the surgeon's masterpiece. Heavy, full, with the right amount of sturdiness, they were of a slightly superior size to those of the other boys of the harem, jutting forward and seemingly defying any gravity law. The more blond than ever Jason - another request from his owner the Sultan, used to the dark haired Oriental boys of his harem, so far - had also recently have his sensuous lips heavily collagened, blessing him with a mouth which was the promise of incredible fellatios. His pale, satin like smooth, the naturally all over baby smooth skin of a real blond, was unblemished, softly gleaming in the half-darkness of the bathroom liten only by the dusk sunlight filtering through the moucharabieh.
But Jason's real treasures, the objects of his pride as well as the Sultan's lust, were well hiden between the boy's thighs: a smooth, tight boy pussy and the tiny little cock and balls of a 8 years old boy, another "gift" from the cleaver personal surgeon of the Sultan.
Jason placed his beautiful, manicured hands on his boy breasts, cupping them, appreciating how firm they were, pressing the rapidly hardening nipples between his fingers. Then, arching his back in front of the mirror, moaning softly, the boy slowly lowered his hands, caressing his smooth abdomen. The blond Jason was entranced by his own beauty, perfection and sexyness. He bended over the marble tub, caught one of the white cala lillies flowers still floating on the water and, dreamingly, brushed his tiny boyish cock with the flower. The little penis immediately reacted and stiffened, a pale drop of clear fluid appearing at the top of its small head.
The boy briefly glanced at the big marble and gold dildo near the tub, playing with the idea to pleasure himself with the sextoy, his boy pussy already warm and wet. "Oh, yessssss..." Jason thought. But, as he was reaching out for the monster toy, his gesture was interrupted by the entrance of the young Sinbad who had silently appeared in the room from behind a heavy curtain.
Sinbad, a beautiful 9 years old Kabyle boy with golden smooth skin and dark hair and eyes, was entirely naked, too, save for his high heels babouches. He was carefully carrying in front of him a heavy gold and crystal bowl filled with perfumed oil. Bowing in front of Jason, he flashed a bright smile uncovering all of his pearly white teeth. His tiny cock was hard, bobbing in front of him, it's small pink head enhanced by the dark, bronze skin of the kid.
"Young Master, it is time for you to get ready, now. The Sultan wants to see you dance for him tonight, again..."
Jason sighted and, nonchalantly reclined on the huge, richly ornate sofa next to the tub, nearly covered with embroidered silk cushions adorned with a profusion of upholsteries and tassels. His life with the Marines seemed so far away to Jason, now. The boy rarely thought about it, anymore, nor to the Occidental, trivial world. An entirely submissive sex slave boy, now, Jason had only one focused in mind: to pleasure his owner the Sultan in any possible way, no matter his requirements were.
Sindab joined Jason on the sofa and started to oil up the entire naked body of the blond boy. Straddling him, his little boy hands were all over the smooth skin, sensuously and expertly massaging it with the perfumed oiled he had previously warmed up a bit on a alcohol small lamp. Soon, Jason was moaning again, his tiny cock rock hard and dripping. Sinbad, pointing out his small pink tongue, picked up the drop of clear fluid at the top of the boy's cock head and, smiling, playfully licked his lips. Sindab had a beautiful, sexy body, well formed for a young boy his age, and he knew so many skills... His fingers, expertly oiling up Jason's boy pussy lips, had the boy panting and breathing now, his thighs broadly spread out, his head tilted back on the cushions, his eyes closed.
But Sinbad was not to let Jason cum. Once the blond boy's skin was entirely covered with the perfumed oil, the little Kabyle boy carefully combed his blond, shoulders length hair and applied an expert makeup on the boy's beautiful face. Leaving the pale, flawless skin naked, he underlined the eyes with a thick khol line in the Oriental way and added a delicate pink color to the sensuous lips and finally a transparent , glossy lipstick, giving Jason's lips that irresistible wet look. Sindab, as a final touch, sprayed all over the blond boy a cloud of an heavy, musky, flowered fragrance, in which were recognizable jasmine, China roses and tiger's sperm.
Sinbad, then, took out of cabinet a dark ebony wood box, encrusted with silver Arabian patterns. In it, were kept the priceless, personal jewellery of Jason, which was all the naked boy will be wearing tonight. Presenting the open box to the boy who was just catching his breath from Sinbad's oily ministration on the sofa, Jason, pointing his finger and making his choice among the countless jewels, said... "Hmmm... this, this and... this!"
Sinbad, then, helped Jason with the jewels. A gold snake shaped bracelet with diamonds as its eyes, first, going from the boy's elbow to his shoulder. A masterpiece of jewellery, then, a gift from the Sultan to Jason, a codpiece made of a heavy, richly ornated, carved gold shell, decorated with a fan-shaped row of white bird of paradise feathers that Sinbad secured on Jason's crotch with a gold chain wrapping his thin waist and connected to another one disappearing in his butt crack. The effect was mind blowing, turning Jason into a jewel himself.
Finally, Sinbad took in his little hands the pair of heavy, thick gold tits rings Jason had chosen. Each of them was locked by a double lion head shaped ending seemingly biting the nipple. Securing such jewels on the boy's tits wasn't an easy task and it required small but expert fingers like Sinbad's to achieve it. What the little Kabyle boy successfully did, cleverly sliding the rings into Jason's pierced nipples after he had sucked them for an easier penetration, while the blond boy was moaning, again, under the touch of the small fingers. The rings were so heavy they had the plump nipples slightly bending down in an extremely erotic effect.
Sinbad, all smiles, stepped back to appreciate his fine work. Jason, entirely naked for the heavy gold jewellery, was ready, now.
Less than fifteen minutes later, in the Sultan's apartment, Jason, carefully posed on the fur covered floor of the room by the two huge naked Nubians who had carried him across the palace, silently, slowly raised his arms above his head and, staring at the Sultan reclined on his bed, started to sensuously dance to the rhythm of the music from an invisible tambourine player in some corner of the room, his splendid boy breasts provocatively jutting out and upward, the heavy rings swaying and pulling down on his distended nipples, his hips obscenely undulating and gyrating, mimicking the sexual act while the boy, his lips parted, was uncovering a wet, inviting tongue.
The night was to begin.
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