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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 quickly 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, almost 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 been wonderful and it seemed to erase some of the bad memories of past few months from our minds.

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