Fourteen-year-old boy whore, Gabriel Beaventon, had made the mistake of becoming enticing to Sir Walter Peterson, the procurer of the London brothel he’d been consigned to by his erstwhile mentor, Baron Wilhelm von Sternburg. Sir Walter already had a lover--the poet George Smythe--and he was a jealous lover. The brothel had cut off the Egyptian aristocrat, Kasha Bey, from its client list for the cruelty the Egyptian had dispensed to the brothel boys. To rid himself of competition, George Smythe sent Gabriel to Kasha Bey.
For two nights, in frequent sessions, Gabriel was hung, naked, on a hook in the basement sexual torture chamber of Kasha Bey’s London mansion and whipped and fucked by both Kasha Bey and his tall, gaunt, incredibly equipped in length, servant, Ali. On days three through five, Gabriel wasn’t whipped--Kasha Bey had decided he needed him in pristine physical condition for what he planned to do with Gabriel--which, by agreement with George Smythe, wasn’t to send him back to Sir Walter. But, although the Egyptians didn’t whip Gabriel, he was repeatedly fucked, bound to various apparatuses in the torture chamber, for pleasure and to completely cow him by both Kasha Bey and Ali.
The sixth day Gabriel was bundled aboard the Egyptian’s yacht, which put out to sea. Going to sea in 1935 was already a perilous risk, as provocative attacks were frequently being carried out in the run up to the war in Europe. But for Kasha Bey to remain in London with his connections to the rising Axis powers in Europe was also too risky. So, off to Egypt they headed.
It took several days at sea for Gabriel to realize that he was disoriented by more than the occasional visits of Kasha Bey or Ali to his locked cabin to fuck him. He was losing large chunks of time. And there always seemed to be a cloying sickly sweet odor permeating his cabin. He only figured it out one day off the coast of a country Gabriel couldn’t identify, when Ali chose to subdue him during the day rather than sometime in the middle of the night when Gabriel was sleeping and Ali stole in to place the drug-laced handkerchief over Gabriel’s nose and mouth.
Ali was delivering food to the boy, but Gabriel, his hands bound, was in a feisty mood, tired of the treatment he was getting and the refusal of either one of his captors to tell him where the yacht was headed. Gabriel turned over the plate of food Ali was holding out, dumping its contents on the deck. It was a day when Ali was on edge too--they had barely outrun a vessel that clearly wanted to run them down off the coast of France.
Losing control, Ali grabbed Gabriel--who had been kept naked and bound throughout the sail--turned the boy facing away from him, and gathered Gabriel into his body. He was much taller than Gabriel was. He didn’t lift the boy off the deck, but he bent him over, reached between them, unbuttoned himself, and released his long, long cock, which perpetually was in erection when he was around Gabriel. He palmed the boy’s belly in a large, strong hand and lifted him up, pulling him into his groin.
It was no effort for the bulb of the long, hard cock to find Gabriel’s anal opening and to penetrate it--or, using his palm on Gabriel’s belly to pull the boy’s channel onto the cock, reaching far up in the boy’s gut with it and starting to pump. In response, Gabriel cried out; squirmed ineffectually; gasped, groaned, and moaned; and, eventually, went limp and just hung there while Ali continued pumping his ass to an ejaculation.
The Egyptian servant assumed that he had fucked the boy into unconsciousness, but he hadn’t. Gabriel had just totally relaxed to be able to take the long cock up into his gut with a minimum of pain. When Ali took the drugged handkerchief out of his pocket and held it over Gabriel’s mouth and nose, Gabriel had a moment of recognition of why he seemed so disoriented all the time and had been sleeping in such long spells. He was being drugged.
He couldn’t do anything about the drugging except try to cut down on its effect by guessing correctly when it was happening, holding his breath while it was happening, and going limp to give the impression that it was working full strength. It was a hit and miss process.
He’d been successful on the day he stood at his porthole and watched the Rock of Gibraltar go by as the yacht entered the Mediterranean. Gabriel had seen the rock formation before from the sea when his mentor, Baron von Sternburg, had taken he and his mother to Tangiers earlier in the year--when Gabriel had only recently turned fourteen. It seemed to him that he had lived a lifetime since then, even though he still was fourteen for another month.
So, he knew they were going someplace in the Mediterranean.
That was the last time during the voyage that he was fully conscious, however. From that point, Ali used the drugged handkerchief more often and Gabriel was able to stave off its effects less frequently.
The last landmark Gabriel could later remember seeing was the Rock of Gibraltar. When they arrived in Alexandria, Egypt, and he was transported, unconscious, farther into the interior of Egypt, Gabriel had no idea he’d been delivered to a slave auction house in Cairo--and not to just any slave auction house. This one specialized in delivering kidnapped European boys to the Egyptian sex trade. Gabriel wasn’t Kasha Bey’s first “catch” to feed this market.
When Gabriel came to, he thought he’d been dropped into the Arabian Nights. The room was stone-walled with a vaulted ceiling and high-off-the-floor, heavily barred arched windows. The furnishings, such as they were, were composed entirely of oriental carpets, mattress platforms covered in silk, and a scattering of large, damask-covered pillows. Gabriel was lying on his back on one of the mattress platforms. He was only wearing diaphanous, billowy harem pants and lace-up sandals. He had gold serpent bracelets banded around above each of his biceps and around his ankles.
His legs were bent and spread, his buttocks raised on a pillow. The harem pants had a slit in them up the backside. He had been fucked by something huge--by some man with a big cock. He could feel that his channel was gaping open and he could feel the cum in his channel.
He wasn’t alone. There were three other boys, all blonds of European extraction, lying around on the pillows too, two with the same wary, scared expression Gabriel knew he instantly had formed when he woke. The third had a more pained, exhausted look on his face. He was on his back on one of the platforms and beefy dark-skinned, naked Egyptian was crouched over him, between his thighs, holding the boy’s legs spread and raised. The Egyptian was fucking the boy, who was lying there, apparently worn out from a struggle not to be in his position, his head turned toward Gabriel, a dull look of surrender on his face.
As Gabriel looked, the Egyptian pulled his cock nearly all of the way out of the and slammed it home. The boy jerked, gave a little cry, and turned his head away from Gabriel. The Egyptian fucked on.
Each of the blond boys was dressed, or undressed, in the same manner that Gabriel was. At the corners of the room stood three men looking like thugs and watching the fourth one fucking the blond boy. Two of the standing men, a dark-skinned Egyptian and a European man, blond and probably in his late twenties or early thirties, were wearing white Egyptian thawbs--robes. The fourth, an Egyptian, was naked and stroking the most gigantic cock Gabriel had ever seen. All were muscle men. Seeing that Gabriel was conscious, the European stepped forward and addressed Gabriel.
“Good. You’re back with us. Good timing. They will send for you soon.”
“They?” Gabriel asked. “Where am I and what am I doing here? I’ve been assaulted while I was unconscious. Did you know that--”
“Yes, I knew that. It is a jailer’s prerogative here when a new boy is brought in,” he said. “Just as this is my prerogative.” He sat down beside Gabriel, slipped the harem pants off Gabriel’s legs, and wrapped a hand around the boy’s cock. Gabriel started to harden up under the man’s attentions. He was a handsome young man.
“A jailer’s prerogative? Are those men my jailers?” Gabriel asked, gesturing to the three dark-skinned Egyptians in the corner of the room.
“Yes. So am I. Don’t expect mercy from me just because I am a European and they are Egyptian.”
“One of them has had me?”
“Three have. Two of them took you together--but together they don’t match Issa Souda. That’s why he will be the last. You have quite a talent. The auctioneer was informed.”
“You too? You have been inside me?” Then Gabriel moaned, because the man had been stroking a finger over his hole and now had slipped it inside him.
“Yes, of course. I am inside you now.” Gabriel arched his back and slitted his eyes, as the man sought out his prostate with the finger and found it.
“You are quite enjoyable. It’s a pity you won’t be here long enough for me to use you fully while you are conscious. That would be particularly pleasant if you tried to prevent it.”
What was the use, Gabriel thought. He wasn’t getting anywhere with this and it wasn’t like he hadn’t been fucked by big bruisers like these before. He changed tack. “Auctioneer. What is this about an auctioneer? Where am I? Where is Kasha Bey?”
“You’re here for the auction,” the European said, and then he gave Gabriel a sardonic little smile.
“What? What the hell?” Gabriel asked. “I’m not interested in any auction ... what’s being auctioned?”
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