Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2017 15:18:51 +0000
From: aimee fowler <docaimee@hotmail.com>
Subject: Once upon a Harem Chapter two - Harem Issues

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Chapter One.  Prince Mikal turns fourteen and becomes a man.  He has to
prove it to the king's council and then can go on a slave shopping trip to
start a harem of his own.  Up until now all he'd had was his faithful
eunuch body slave, Mirka.


       It had been more than a week since my shopping trip and I was
getting a bit frustrated.

"I thought the point of the harem is that I could have them any time I
wanted?"  I grumped to myself.

It wasn't that I wasn't busy.  The list my mother had sent from the kings
harem had contained a bewildering array of fabrics, pillows, perfumes,
plates, cups, lamps, oils – of three different types, and on and on.  I
had made three trips back into the city to arrange for all of this but some
of it was hard to find and some needed to be made and then delivered and
some ordered from out of the city and picked up when it arrived.

Zeraph had been a god-send.  He had spent more time in the city than here
at the palace.  There was no way I could have assembled everything I needed
without him.  My man servants, Jot and Tad had been busy carting, stacking,
packing, counting, re-packing and storing all of the masses of goods.  I
couldn't imagine what it must be like for my father's agents, supplying a
harem of fourty-five women, to say nothing of the entire castle.

But that wasn't the problem.  The difficulty was that my ladies had to stay
separated from the men of the castle, of course, and the only place that
could be was in the harem, but I couldn't go into the harem.  I had spent
my first years there.  I could remember running in the shallow pool and
splashing down to laugh riotously.  I also remembered the women, the whole
world had been women and some other children, my half-sisters and brothers.

My father had only been Father, not Your Majesty.  The ladies called him
Master but I only saw a huge man, snatching me off the ground to throw me,
squealing with joy, into the air.  He had a big soft beard and deep voice.
He was the most amazing person in the universe.  Then, at about age six I
had been told I would be leaving the harem.  I hadn't understood for a long
time, until after I had left what that meant.  I had moved into the world
of men.  The world of swords and horses and, unfortunately, tutors and
keepers.

I had missed my mother badly, at first.  There had been occasions when I
had gone to father's rooms and mother had come out to visit with the two of
us.  Those had been great nights, nestled in mother's arms while father
held her in turn.  Eventually my boy friends in the harem had joined me in
turn but the girls had remained, I couldn't even remember their names by
now.

Those girls were daughters of the king, some of them were noble born as
their mothers were noble wives of my father.  Most were daughters of
concubines though.  Those were not eligible for high dynastic marriage but
any child of the king was valuable.  King's used them as gifts and awards
to favoured subjects of their kingdom.  Rich merchants who married a king's
daughter, even though she was not a princess gained substantial prestige
through the arrangement.  This tied their family closely to the Royal house
and benefitted both Crown and merchant.  And it was not as if they would be
going into poverty.  Any commoner who failed to support a king's daughter
in luxury and ease would find themselves in very dire straits soon enough.
Any hope for advancement into the noble class would be dashed very
thoroughly by a displeased note from an upset daughter.

The workmen were building a cordoned off section in the harem grounds to
hold my girls.  It was always slow going, working in the harem, as the
women and children had to be moved before the workmen could enter.  The
only place they could go was to the harem gardens and if it was raining or
cold they couldn't stay out for hours.  Even then, with a harem as large as
my father's there were always women sick, or babies sick, or women giving
birth and not able to go outside for any of several reasons.  I had been
told that things were being rushed as fast as possible but the rainy dreary
week we had endured was making things slow going.  There was no point
screaming at the clouds, or railing the gods, so I attempted to bestir my
soul to patience and work hard enough during the day that I didn't die of
frustrated anticipation.  I had used Mirka twice during the week and he had
introduced Nugget to the joys of sucking my cock.

I still didn't have a proper name for my little man, Nugget was only a
bedname at best.  He was attentive and willing but he was also clumsy, and
Mirka wasn't exactly patient in teaching.  Mirka was showing definite signs
of jealousy, and more than once I had come back to my rooms to see Nugget
hiding signs of tears.  I had talked to Mirka and reminded him that Nugget
was my slave, and not his.  I had strictly warned Mirka that striking
Nugget was an attack on my property and beyond his authority, but I knew he
was making life more difficult than it had to be.  I just wasn't sure what
to do about it.

I called him Nugget because of his little nuggets.  It was fascinating to
touch and play with them, to feel them moving under the skin of his sack.
Even Mirka had put aside his jealousy for a while to explore this missing
portion of his life.  Today I had sat on my couch and had told Nugget to
sit astride me facing away and then fall forward to put his hands on the
floor.  This put his nuggets, his whole under-region, on open display, legs
spread wide on either side of me as they were.

I poked and shifted his lumps and I drew my finger down to his asshole.
This caused a shiver of pleasure to run along his body.  He also did truly
have the cleanest colon I had ever witnessed.  This might not mean much as
the only other one I'd explored was Mirka's.  But Nugget did keep it clean
and empty.  Mirka had always made a point to shit as often as possible,
especially if it seemed there might be play time that day, but Nugget had
brought a curious contraption with him.  Apparently it had been a gift of
his Mashucan owners when he left their control.  It was a small tube, not
more than a small waterskin, but instead of a drinking nipple it had a
tapering tube about two inches long.  Nugget would fill it with hot water
and then push the tube into his anus.  He'd squeeze the bag and force the
water into his ass.  Then by squatting over the privy he'd force all the
water out in a spray like he'd the gutsick.  But it truly did leave him
with a clean hole.

My favourite nugget playing position also put his boy-cock right near my
own.  As I prodded and teased his little cocklet grew.  It was only about
three inches at full height and it stuck up along his belly with hardly any
distance out at all.  The feel of his against mine got me as horny as fuck
and I decided that tonight I'd take that cherry asshole.  I pulled him
upright and moved him off me by lifting him straight up with a hand on each
slim ass cheek.

"Mirka," I called, "Bring me that bottle of oil I saw you filling
yesterday."  I put Nugget down and slapped his butt gently.  "Its virgin
oilberry oil.  But nothing here is going to be virgin after tonight."  I
saw Nugget's eyes widen just a bit.  His cock had started to dip but now it
twitched upward, just a bit.  It seemed Nugget was interested in the idea
as well as apprehensive.  Mirka approached and handed Nugget the bottle
with a malicious smirk.

"And now it's your turn, eh?  Everyone gets to feel the first time pain.
Your turn tonight, chicklet.  Bet you scream and cry as Master fucks you
hard."

"Mirka."  I sternly corrected.  "That was cruel.  As punishment you shall
go and ask the Eunuch Master if there is any dirty and nasty chore he has
for a nasty little boy."  Mirka's face fell and he hung his head.

"Now, Mirka.  Do not make me add a beating to the tally."

"Yes, Master."  Mirka sighed and turned to pull his tunic on over his head.

I deliberately ignored the pleading looks and sullen sighs emanating from
the other side of the room and stood up to guide Nugget toward my bed
chamber.  He had, at Mirka's example, no doubt, started to spend most of
his time naked.  For all that it had been raining, the week had been warm,
and my rooms were a comfortable temperature whether lightly clothed as I
was or naked.  I did sometimes go naked, but usually only when I was doing
something where nakedness was appropriate.  I'd sit in the bath for hours,
sometimes having Mirka read to me as I soaked, and of course when I was
fucking or dressing.  It was one thing for a body slave, or a boy, to be
seen naked but it seemed to me that a noble man should have a bit more
decorum, even in his private chambers.  One never knew when someone would
knock on the door with an emergency, or orders from my Royal father would
summon me.

Nugget had trotted ahead of me with a candle to light the lamps.  He had
one lit by the time I got to the room and he passed back around me to the
other side of the bed with a murmured "Master."  I saw from his face that
the planned entertainment had him a bit apprehensive, but I also saw that
his little cock hadn't completely shrivelled either.  A part of him seemed
to be excited too.

After the lamps were lit he hesitated, not sure what to do.  I held up my
arms.

"Help me out of this, then."  He helped me out of my light shift I had been
wearing.  I might have standards against casual nudity but that didn't mean
I was going to be uncomfortable in my own chamber.  When he was done I
tipped his head back with a handful of hair and leaned down to kiss him
full on the mouth.  Mirka and I never kissed, I don't know why, it had just
never occurred to me to try.  I had seen one of the armsmen tryst with a
chamber maid in the back hall several months ago and they seemed to enjoy
it quite a bit.  Nugget was stiff at first, not sure of what to do but he
warmed to the idea and kissed back.  It was quite nice.

I crawled onto the bed and lay on my back.  Nugget automatically crawled up
between my legs as he had seen Mirka do and had practiced before.  He began
to nuzzle my balls with his nose, one of my favourite sensations but I
stopped him by sitting up.  He sat back and looked at me in surprise.

"Master?  Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Nugget."  I reassured him.  "I just wanted to have a talk with you."

"Yes, Master."

"Mirka is my senior body servant and you are to obey him, unless he tells
you to do something I have ordered you not to, or to not do your duties.  I
expect you to learn from him in these things.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"But I also want you to understand this.  I am your master."

"Yes, Master!"  He blurted.  "You are the Master, always."  My face
hardened.

"When has it become your duty to your master to interrupt him?"  Nuggets
face blanched and he bowed low on the bed.

"I am sorry, My Master, I forgot my place."

"Yes, you did, and don't think you shant be punished for it."  He didn't
say more, He just bowed again in submission.

"Now, look at me."  I commanded

"Yes, Master."  He sat up, back straight as he had been taught and watched
me carefully, but not looking me in the eye like an equal.  He really had
been very well trained.

"When you and I are alone, when Mirka is not with us, what we do, what I
say to you is none of Mirka's business.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master!"  He responded quickly.  I held up a finger to slow him down.

"Tell me what I desire of you."  I ordered.  He paused for a moment to
think, looked down and responded calmly.

"Mirka and this one are both body slaves of the Master and I am to learn my
duties from him, but he is not this one's master.  Orders from the Master
that are not about Mirka should not be told to him, and I should not tell
him of what I see and hear of My Masters business and doings, unless it is
part of the job of a body slave."  He had started slowly and tentatively
but as he went on he grew surer of what he was saying.

"That is exactly what I was saying, Nugget, good job."  He flushed at the
praise.  The "this one" had almost completely disappeared from his language
except under formal or stressful situations.  I thought that was a good
thing though.  It meant he was thinking about his words and his place in
the discussion, which was always a good thing for a slave to remember.

    "I have one more thing to add."  He opened his mouth and then closed it
quickly.  He was not a dull witted boy, that was for sure.

"When you and I are alone in the bed.  What we do and what happens, is also
not of Mirka's business."  I saw him think for a moment but then his face
smoothed out.

"You are thinking, what about all the times when you are both with me or
you are brushing my clothes as I fuck him, or Mirka is pouring wine while I
play with your nuggets."  He nodded

"Of course, if I do anything to you with him in the room I don't care if he
sees or knows, and the reverse.  You will even learn to understand which
things you could, say, ask him for help understanding or how to do
something, and still not speak of things which are my business alone.  Do
you understand?"

"Yes, Master."  I thought that he probably truly did and so I went on.

"I will do things with Mirka that you will not know about, do not enquire.
If I desire you to know, I will tell you.  If you have any questions, ask
me.  I may tell you to ask Mirka, if it is something you can both know."

"Yes, Master, I understand."  He replied when I had run down.

"Now," I flopped back on the bed.  "Let's begin some of those things Mirka
need not know about, shall we?"

He grinned and crawled between my legs again.

He took my cock in his hands.  I was about to start frowning.  Mirka,
through benefit of much practice had learned that I always preferred some
teasing, some massage, hands stroking my legs, inner thighs, stomach and
such, winding closer, brushing and moving on then coming back again.  He
had made sure to explain, and demonstrate, all this to Nugget.

"And here the boy goes right for the cock, like a dog that just starts
humping."

But Nugget had something else in mind.  He shook it, flapping it gently but
quickly on either side of my pelvis.  It was an interesting feeling, and it
certainly did the trick.  It only took a very little while before I was
stiff and he was thwacking in big slower arcs.  It was starting to become
uncomfortable and I was about to tell him to knock it off when he changed
tactics.

He took my cock by the base, standing it upright.  Then he wrapped his hand
as far around as he could around my cock before grasping it.  Then he
pulled, his hand sliding around the cock, rather than up and down.  It was
an interesting sensation to say the least.  When he glanced up at me I
raised an eyebrow in question.  He grinned and answered without stopping.

"When I was in the slave quarters I saw some of the things they did to keep
the display men hard.  I don't remember most of them but I remember
thinking that looked funny, and it seemed to work.  Does it feel good,
Master?"

"Fuck, yeah."

"How about this, then?"

He put his palm right on the top of my pole.  He curled his fingers down
around the head and twisted, like he was turning a cork in the top of a
bottle, pulling up and twisting at the same time.  I almost yelped at the
powerful sensation.  It was too bad his hands were so small.  It would be
even better when they grew big enough to hold more than just the head.

Nugget nuzzled my balls with his face, pulling it up and along the
underside all the way to the end.  Then he kissed the head, and ran his
face back down.  Then he repeated the movement but licking, all the way up,
and then back down.  He may have skipped the massage part but he was
certainly getting my attention.

He could fit me in his mouth, but not deep.  He sucked on my head and
bobbed for a bit, but it wasn't a particularly successful blowjob.  His
mouth wasn't deep enough.  But I was ready for the main event by then
already.  I lifted him up and gestured for him to trade places with me.
His face showed his nervousness a bit.  He had seen me take Mirka several
times by now.  And Mirka had hammed the pain up a bit each time, just to be
a bitch.  I hadn't been particularly rough or brutal either time.

When he was lying in front of me, legs spread, little cock waving at
half-mast I reached for the oil and laid it strategically by.  Then I
stopped to really look at him.  He was definitely nervous, fearing pain
soon to come but also trying to remain calm.

      I could see his breaths making his stomach rise and fall.  The close
attention was having an effect too.  His cock was growing, stiffening
without me even touching him.  I wondered how to do this.  I had been
fucking Mirka for so long I didn't really remember how we had gone about it
the first time.  The growing cock reminded me that Nugget wasn't a eunuch
like MIrka, his body would respond more like mine did than his fellow
slaves. I nodded to myself and leaned in.

I started at his feet and ran my hands up each leg, turning in to the inner
thighs but back out again to miss his crotch.  I went all the way up to his
face and with one hand cupping each cheek I kissed him.  Then I kissed him
again and reversed the process the whole way back to his feet. I did that
twice more and the fourth time up from his feet I stopped and ran a finger
from his asshole to his balls.  I one-finger juggled his balls in his sack,
and then up his cock.  It was rock hard now, and straining.  I repeated
Mia's trick and blew along it, from balls to head.  He didn't come but he
shivered and a little groan escaped.

It had never occurred to me that I might be playing with a cock and so I
had never imagined what I did next.  I licked that same path, up and down
his pole with the very tip of my tongue.  And then I took it in my
mouth. It was small enough that I could take it all in my mouth without any
problem.  I sucked and pulled on it, sliding it between my teeth and my
cheek.  That wasn't something you could do with an adult prick, I thought.
I sucked my lips around it and did the blowjob bobbing up and down.  Nugget
had his head thrown back and was writhing slowly in bliss.

Suddenly I felt his cock twitch on its own.  It bucked and throbbed like I
do in an orgasm.  Nothing came out though, but Nugget spasmodically thrust
into my mouth, probably not even aware of what he was doing.  He lay with
his arms thrown wide on my big bed tremors and twitches wracking his body.
It was a bloody powerful orgasm, apparently.

I decided that now was the time, while he was still distracted by his own
bliss and had forgotten anything to come.  I bent his legs up to his chest
and drizzled oil down over his still shaking cock, balls and running down
his crack to his tiny asshole that was tonight's target.  I could feel his
body tense as he understood that the time was here.  He was still feeling
good, the orgasm hormones still flowing through his system, but he was also
looking at me from between his legs waiting for the pain.

I bent him forward enough to raise his asshole to an accessible angle and
then shuffled forward on my knees to put my cock right at his hole.  He
closed his eyes and tensed up even more.

"You'll be fine."  I encouraged.  "I won't damage you.  It will only hurt
for a little while."

I pushed against his little rosebud, pressing in, feeling the tissue
stretch, give way before my manhood.  Nugget made small distressed noises
and his eyes grew rounded and rounder as I slowly penetrated his body.  At
last my head popped in, sphincter tightening around my cock like nothing I
had ever felt before.  Mirka was certainly not this powerful. I hadn't even
had time to close my eyes in bliss when Nugget pulled himself off of me.
He skittered to the edge of the bed, hands holding his ass and tears
running down his face.

"It hurts, Master, It hurts."

"Yes, I know, Nugget."  I tried to be calm and encouraging.  "You were
doing well.  Come back here and we will try it again.  I'm sure you'll be
fine this time."

He was crying and shaking his head, huddling away from me at the head of my
own bed.  I started to snap at him but controlled myself.

"When we were talking, the day I bought you, what did you say to me?  Pain
is a gift from the master?"  His eyes widened as he began to understand
just what he was doing, thought pushing through the fear and pain.

"But it hurts, Master, it hurts so much."

I was quickly losing my patience, and worse, my hard-on.

"This is going to happen, slave.  You are a bed slave, and a bed slave
takes his Master when his master desires it.  Is this not what you told me?
You are not seeming as well trained as you bragged."

He cried and wavered starting to come back and then pulling back into the
ball again as he remembered the pain.  My face tightened in controlled
anger.

"Now, slave.  You will lay down here, and you will receive my cock anywhere
I desire it to be put.  Do you understand?"

He nodded, and then closed his eyes and breathed in deeply for two or three
deep breaths and unwound himself.  Tears were still streaming down his face
and he was shaking in fear.  I decided I wanted him where he couldn't run
away again.  I took several of the cushions on the bed, stacked them and
then patted the top.

"Lie down here, with your ass up, slave."

He slowly and unwillingly crawled over and took the position I had
described.  I took the oil again, lubed him up thoroughly and then pushed a
finger deep inside him.  I wasn't particularly slow or gentle about it.  He
tensed up and the sphincter spasmed around the digit.  I waiting patiently,
knowing that it would relax in a bit.  When the pressure let up some I
thrust back and forth inside him.  I pulled the finger all the way out, and
then put it back in.  The spasm wasn't as strong this time and it eased
quicker.

Then without giving any sign of it I lined up and slowly forced my cock
inside.  It was incredibly tight.  Nugget was crying and thrashing but I
had my weight on him and he couldn't pull away.  Waiting a moment for the
spasm to ease was one of the hardest things I have ever done.  I poured
more oil down his crack and over both his hole and my rigid pole.  I slowly
pushed in deeper.  Trying so hard not to just slam it in.  By the time I
was balls deep nugget was crying and thrashing again.  I pulled slowly
back, right back until I felt my head tug on his ring.  Then I moved deeper
again.

       I slowly fucked him, he never did stop crying.  I wasn't up to more
than a thrust every three or four seconds when I felt my orgasm building.
The power caught me and I thrust several hard deep short thrusts as I
dumped my load deep inside him.  I held still for long seconds, just
allowing the feeling to wash over me.  Despite the defiance it had still
been an incredible experience.

       I pulled out with a pop.  Nugget gave another small cry of pain and
then a sob when he realized it was over.  I decided to give him a bit of
time to pull himself together.  I flopped myself down on the bed beside him
and we lay there, panting and sobbing together.  After I caught my breath a
bit, and Nuggets whimpers had tapered off, I patted him on the shoulder.

       "Yep, I know it hurt.  But things do get better."  He didn't say
anything and after a bit I added.

       "Get up, there is a towel by the wash basin.  Clean me off and then
take yourself to the bath and clean yourself up."  He moved slowly and
painfully, keeping his legs wide apart so as not to disturb his traumatized
ring.  He wiped me off carefully, avoiding my eyes the whole while.

       When he went off I lay back and analysed my feelings.  I felt like a
monster who would inflict pain on a child for my own pleasure.  At the same
time I felt strong and powerful.  I also felt very much like a man.  The
hard truth was that the purpose for having Nugget around was things like
this.  It was his lot in life to clean my bed and spread his cheeks when I
needed it.  And I had needed it.  The frustration of the last several weeks
had nearly driven me into intemperate words with the foreman of the work
crew.  Alienating him would not only jeopardize my getting what I want but
damage my father's palace's morale.  In the end the decisions and choices I
would make, even now were making would affect many more people than one boy
in my bed.  If his pain made me a better king, was that not worth it?

       I was trying to parse out these feelings when Nugget returned.  He
stood, stiff and wary, just inside the door to the bed chamber.  He was
wearing a full set of clothes, pants, tunic and belt, as if he were about
to go outside the palace to the city.  I understood what was happening.  He
had just had a painful experience while naked, so now he was putting as
much distance between himself and the event.

       "Master?"  He called uncertainly.  "Is there any way I may serve
you?"

       I was a bit taken aback by the question.  He, Mirka and I had never
been so formal in the time he had been here.  I did not want them standing
at attention watching me.  I preferred them to go about their duties of
cleaning and straightening my room and clothes and serving my food without
bothering me.  I would call them when I wanted them.  And dressing as if we
were strangers...

       I understood what was happening now.  Nugget had had a bad
experience.  He knew he couldn't stop me from doing that to him at any
time.  And he knew that he would not be able to leave me, his life was
right here, in this room, with me.  He was attempting to put some space
between me and him, if only in his mind.  He would be the perfect servant
and I would be the distant master, maybe distant enough to not want to fuck
him like that again.  At the very least he would not be running around
naked, cock flopping about and butt wiggling enticingly for my every glace.
In the end, he was trying, almost certainly unconsciously – it better be
unconsciously – to bring come control to his life, and to protect
himself from me.

       That I just could not abide.

       "Did I tell you to get dressed, slave?" I demanded.  I jumped out of
the bed and stormed right over to him.  He cringed back against the wall.
I reached right past him to the dagger laying on my ready outfit should I
be called out suddenly.  Nugget's eyes grew completely round in
consternation and fear.  I waved my knife at him, not coming closer than
six inches, and yelled at him.

       "Who do you think you are?"  I dropped the knife waving and leaned
in to put my nose right in his face.

       "You come to me, you say you are a trained slave.  You say, "Ooh,
Pain is a gift."  Then you cry and whine and disobey and interrupt?  Do you
think you are the Master?"  I paused long and then again, each word a
sentence.  "Do You Think You Are The Master?"

       He gulped and shivered and cringed and then squeaked out, "No,
Master, You are the Master."

       "Damn right, I am the Master."  I stood up and glared at him for a
long moment.  "Stand up straight, slave."  I ordered.  He stood up quick
enough.  "I am going to give you some orders.  If you do not obey them you
will create your own consequences.  Here is the order; Do not move, do not
twitch.  Whatever I do, you stand still."  I paused again.  "Repeat my
order, slave."

       "Stand still, do not move or twitch.  Whatever you do I stand
still."

       "And will you obey my order, slave?"

       "I will Master, I will not move."

       I took the dagger and pushed it straight toward his eye.  His eyes
grew ever bigger as it approached but he did not move or shrink from the
approaching mutilation.  Before the dagger reached his eye I moved it down
and cut the ties on his tunic one by one.  Then I cut the tunic off of him,
the pants and under clothes as well.  It took quite a while as I moved
slowly and carefully.  I didn't really want to cut him.  When he was naked
again I stood back, I put away the dagger and looked closely at him again.
He was looking at me, there was fear but there was not the cringing unable
to meet my eyes of before.  He was calming down at least.  I hoped he was
learning too.

       "Turn around and put your hands on the floor."

       After the slightest of hesitations he obeyed resignedly.  I took his
ass cheeks and spread them wide.  It must have been uncomfortable for him
but I didn't care at the moment.  I looked closely at his anus.  It was
red, like it had been strained but there was no blood, no tearing.

       "When you cleaned yourself, was there any blood?"

       "N...No, Master."  He seemed shocked at the thought.

       "Good, I didn't think there should be, it was a gentle fuck.  I
didn't want to damage you on your first time."  His face showed his
thoughts.

       "You think that wasn't gentle?"  I asked.  "Just watch me with Mirka
sometime.  I was easy on you."  He didn't say anything, which was for the
best.

       "You need to know that you cannot manipulate me like," I pointed to
the pile of cut clothing, "that.  If I want to fuck you I will fuck you,
and no clothes with change that fact.  Mirka is naked most of the time
because I like him to be.  You will also be naked most of the time.  Why?"

       He knew the answer to this one, "Because you desire it that way.
You are the Master."

       "Yes, I am the master, do not try to play me, or stay far away from
me, it will only anger me.  You cost me good money today."  I gestured at
the clothes.  "Money I will not have available to spend on me, the Master
will have less because of the slave.  Is that how you were taught it is
supposed to be in that fancy Mashucan camp?"

       "No, Master, I'm sorry, Master."

       "You should be, tonight was not a good start, tomorrow you will have
to be punished for tonight, and you know that, right?"

       He opened his mouth, tried to speak but nothing came out.  His eyes
started to well up a bit.  I took pity on the lad.

       "I'm to bed.  Douse the lights in here, go prepare everything for
morning and then come to the bed."  I looked at him sternly, "Everything
had better be perfect, do you hear me?"

       "Yes, Master."  He promised.  I nodded and turned away without
another word.

       I had actually fallen asleep by the time he crawled into the bed.
He was trying to be stealthy but I've never been a heavy sleeper.

       "Come `ere."  I mumbled.  He slide close, under my blankets.  "Turn
over."  I turned him on his side facing away from me.  Then I wrapped my
left arm under his neck as a pillow and my right draped over him.  I pushed
his legs forward and spooned him the whole length of his body.  After a
minute of stillness I reached down, slid my cock between his ass cheeks.  I
felt his body stiffen but he did nothing more.  I wedged it in between the
cheeks and returned my arm to draping.  After another minute I whispered,
"Nugget?"

       "Yes Master?"  came the quiet reply.

       "Tonight is exactly the kind of thing Mirka has no need to know
about, understood?"

       He let out a breath that was almost a sob, "Understood, Master."
And after just a few seconds, "Thank You, Master."


       The next morning came too early.  I didn't want to open my eyes but
Nugget was squirming in my arms.  I tightened my grip to pull him closer
and he spoke.

       "I'm sorry Master.  There is a pull at the bell.  Someone is at the
door."

       I grunted in dissatisfaction but let him loose.  I refused to open
my eyes as I heard him trot out of the bed chamber to my suite door.  I
heard some talking and sighed.  I was never going to get back to sleep now
that it was daylight.

       "Master, there is a letter for you from His Majesty."  That woke me
up.  I had thought my father wouldn't be back in town for another few days.
I sat up quickly and reached for the proffered letter.  It was still in its
leather scroll case, the strings tying it shut sealed with the Royal
signet.  I eagerly dumped out the curl of paper.

       Prince Mikal

       You have been aware that I have been looking for a suitable
experience placement for you since you passed your manhood trials.  I
believe I have found a very educational and possibly interesting
opportunity for you.

       I need you to meet me in Huoerse when my progress reaches there.  I
have sent Zeraph a letter, putting him under your command for now.  He will
be a help to you.  I have also sent orders for the army to assign you a
company of your own troops.  They will remain with you for your experience
so be sure to treat them as a commander aught, as you have been trained.

       I expect to be two weeks reaching Huoerse.  That should give you
plenty of time to gather your belongings.  I know you'll hate hearing this
but Huoerse does not have an immediately available space for your harem so
you will have to leave them behind.  When you have found suitable
accommodations you can have them brought to you.  It would be acceptable to
bring one girl though, but choose a disposable one.  If there is some sort
of incident during the journey and her honor be in jeopardy you would have
to send her away, for the honor of your own name.  There is a carriage
appropriate for the journey, although you will have to send it back for the
rest of your girls as I only have the one Harem carriage.  It is large
enough that your girl can live in it until you find a space.

       I will not speak of your assignment in a letter.  It would be better
if it were not known immediately.  Be sure to bring your formal clothes,
there will be quite a bit of formal work for you.  I do not fear that you
will disappoint me, but it is a nervous moment for any father when a son
leaves the shelter of his father's house.  So, I wish you all blessings on
your journey and the experience placement.

       For, and at the orders of, His Royal Majesty, Mustapha Khan, Royal
Clerk.
       And Signed

       I sat stupidly for a long moment.  An experience placement already?
I had indeed discussed a placement with my father as breakfast one day
before he left.  I had been pushing for a military posting as my placement.
An experience placement was a method for young noble men to get out of
their father's house into the real world and do real work while still under
the guidance of an experienced mentor.  Often I'd heard nobles around my
father's tables complaining about the idiots or louts or letches they had
been saddled with for placements but they all accepted them because they
needed those boy's fathers to accept their own sons.

       Placements were usually two years or so, until the boy was felt
ready for greater duties than the mentor had need of.  Sometimes, when a
boy was mind weak the placement was very carefully chosen and it was
acknowledged by everyone that it was more of a "Getting the embarrassment
to the family out of public view."

       My father had suggested I take my experience placement with the
either the Lord Treasurer or the Lord High Chamberlain.  That would ensure
that I had a detailed understanding of either the realm's finances or how
foreign relations were managed.  But both of those had had the drawback
that much of their work was done right here in the palace.  The point of a
placement was to expose the boy to another man's approach and methods.

       "Huoerse."  I pondered.  "What could possibly be in Huoerse that
would involve an experience placement?"  I broke off the line of thought
abruptly.  I'd have time for mulling it over later, I had many more
immediately urgent issues.

       "Nugget?" I called loudly.

       "Yes, Master?" he answered immediately.  He had been waiting here
the whole time.

       "Nugget, is the messenger still at the door?"

       "Yes, Master, I saw him sitting down as if to wait as I closed the
door."

       I jumped up and headed for the door, then turned abruptly as I
realized I was naked and almost ran right over Nugget who had followed
behind me.  I stopped, took a deep breath.

       "There's no point in rushing around wasting time.  Take a minute to
think."  I told myself.  I breathed and thought.  There wasn't quite that
much rush anyway, after all.

       "OK, Nugget.  First, get dressed, and I don't want you answering the
door naked again, it's unseemly."

       "Yes, Master."

       "Then, go inform the messenger that I will be writing a letter to
return to His Majesty but that it might take me an hour.  Tell him to go
get some breakfast of his own before returning.  Then send a page for
Mirka, I'll need him.  Then get me my own breakfast and set water for
bathing.  I do have a full several days ahead of me."  Nugget's eyes had
widened as the list of orders grew.

       "Yeess, Master."  He said unsurely.

       "Don't worry about it.  Do the first one and then think, what was
next?"  His face broke into a grin.

       "Yes, Master, I can do that."  And he ran towards the door and then,
in an almost perfect re-enactment of my own double take, spun around and
ran for clothes.

       I sat down at my writing desk and pulled a small parchment scrap
from the cubby.  "How should I respond to my father's orders?"  I grinned,
I didn't have much information to think on, so I didn't have much to say,
in the end.  "Father has always remarked that he likes messages that don't
waste his time saying everything he already knew."  I picked up my feather
quill, uncapped my ink bottle and carefully penned, "I obey, Mikal"

       Nugget trotted by sparking another thought.  "I have to remember to
punish him for last night.  He can't think I'll forget infractions."


       It was two days before things could be made ready to leave but we
were finally on the road.  Huoerse was only about one hundred fourty stadia
from the Capital so four relatively easy days of twenty each should get us
there with three days to spare ahead of my father.  That would allow us
time to handle any road issues without me having to leave much of my
belongings to follow on behind at their best speed in order to not keep the
king waiting.  This was especially important to me because one of those
things that would have to be left behind was Mia.  And if I left her, to
travel with this many rough men and soldiers alone I would have to assume
she had been violated and send her away.  I had decided that I wanted her
to accompany me because the others would mean taking their maidenheads in
the wagon that might be cramped and allow sounds out to the men.  Waiting
for four days when I finally had one of my ladies available was just not
happening.

       The trip through the city had been exciting, riding at the head of
the column, knowing that people were looking at me in envy.  I was in
command!  There was a frisson of excitement that ran through me every time
I thought of that.  I intended to do a good job, to prove I was a capable
commander of men.

       The excitement had worn off quickly though.  Hours in a saddle will
do that to any man.  I sighed as I slid down for the last time today.  I
had had days of training practice riding and spent several afternoons or
mornings riding out on hunting trips before, but I had never spent quite so
long in one go perched horseback.  My hips felt like they were going to
break off.

       "Mirka?" I called

       "Yes, Master?" His head poked out over the edge of the wagon he had
been riding on all day.  "Hot water for a bath, as soon as possible, food
too, for two."  I added

       "Yes, Master"

       I stepped up on the stair and unlocked the box of the wagon that was
carrying my most prized possession at the moment.  I knocked loudly on the
door before opening it.

       "Mia?"  I called

       "Yes, My Master?"  Her voice was sweet and gentle.  It by itself was
a balm after a day of men yelling over horses hooves and wagon creaks.

       "I'm opening the door, be sure to be out of sight."

       "Yes, Master, One moment."  Slight pause and then.

       "I am hidden, Master."

       I opened the door and stepped quickly inside, closing the door and
locking it again from the other side.  One of the unusual things about this
wagon was that it could be locked from both sides at the same time, to keep
the girls in and the men out.  I paused looking around.  I couldn't see Mia
anywhere.

       There was a slight rustling behind me and I was attacked by silk
gauze and soft flesh.  Mia dove at me from a tiny alcove above the wagon
door, probably meant for ladies baggage or something.  She had obviously
been perched up there, waiting to pounce.  She had surprised me enough that
I fell forward onto the pile of rugs, blankets and cushions that were Mia's
bed.  She landed on top of me laughing, pushing her weight into me and
trying to pin me on my face.  I rolled, dumping her onto her side and
sprang on her in turn.  I held her down and we stilled, looking at each
other from about six inches.

       "I have been longing for this day, My Master."  Mia spoke quietly,
gently.

       "Me too."  I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth.  It was
soft and warm, gentler than Nuggets lips had been.  We kissed some more and
her mouth came open.  My tongue found its way forward and met hers,
touching, recoiling reaching out to find it again, caressing each other.
After a short eternity I leaned back, still on my arm with her trapped in
the triangle of bed arm and body.  I could feel her breathing pushing up
against me.  I just gazed on her face, saw her eyes, her smile.

       There was a knock on the door.

       "Yes?"  I called, not looking away

       "Master, I have hot water."  Mirka's voice was muffled and far away.
Mia and I scrambled to pull a carpet over her and I turned to answer the
door.  Mirka was holding a large basin of steaming water.  He moved to
carry it in but I took it from him.

       "How did you get it hot so fast?"  I wondered.  Mirka waved at the
farmstead across the road from the caravan camping area we were using
tonight.

       "The farm wife had water hot, I just got some from her."  He
shrugged.  "Would you like me to bathe you, Master?"  He again attempted to
pass into the wagon.

       "Uhh, No, Thanks" I firmly declined the offer.  "I'll be fine, I'm
sure."  I pulled back through the door and shut it firmly in his face.

       Mia crawled out of the pile of bedding like a rodent from its den.
She stood and nodded at the water.  "Good."  She announced, "I prefer my
master to smell like a man, not a horse."  I grinned at her.

       "I suppose I do smell of horse."

       "Let me help you off with these leathers."  She moved to begin
unbuckling the many straps that held my riding outfit together.  I started
to assist her but then stopped because allowing her to undress me was just
so pleasant.  When I was standing naked in front of her Mia stepped back
and looked at me.  She smiled as she gazed at my cock growing under her
scrutiny.

       "He's in a bit of a hurry, ain't he?"  She crooked one side of her
mouth.  She quickly shimmed out of her own clothes.  In a moment we were
both standing naked facing each other.  We just looked at each other for a
moment then she took my hand and led me toward the water basin.  Using the
cloth Mirka had left in it she bathed me, standing.  Starting with my face,
arms and back.  When she got to my buttocks she ran the cloth all the way
down the asscrack until she bumped my balls on the other side.

       "Oops, I'm sorry, Master." I could hear the smirk, "Did I go a bit
too far by accident?"  The fact that she then did it twice more before
working her way down each leg in turn and again on the way up suggested
either evil intent or a failure to learn from past experience.  Then she
turned me around and started on my front; face again, neck, chest, stomach.
They all got long slow swipes, teasing and repeating.  Then she skirted my
groin and did the front of each leg, each foot in turn and then back up the
middle.  I was hard as marble by the time she swiped first along the length
of my shaft.

       Finally she put away the cloth.  "You didn't have time to fuck me
properly, Master, the day you bought me."  She turned on her knees, putting
her hands on the floor.  "Will you take me from behind, Master?  Fuck me
like a bitch in heat?"  Her dirty talk had me so jazzed I lunged forward.
I slammed straight into her pussy, hard and deep.  She gasped, and let out
a strangled mix of pleasure and pain.  I slammed her deep and hard, again
and again.

       There was a sudden knock on the wagon door.  I ignored it to
continue taking her.  The knock came again, this time with Mirka's voice
calling.  "Food, Master, I've got your supper."

       "Not now!"  I roared, not slowing my assault on her box.

       "But, Master."  Came the protesting call, "the food'll get cold.  I
know you don't like your supper cold, Master."  Mia was holding her hand to
her mouth, keeping her laughter silent.  I could feel the shakings even
though my thrusts.  I paused, my cock still deep in her and leaned forward
against her.

       "Mirka," I said, trying my very best to keep calm and not let my
voice reveal anything untoward.

       "Yes, Master? "

       "Set the tray on the step.  And walk away."

       "Bu..." I cut off the protest before it was more than beginning.

       "Mirka, I swear, if you don't put down the food and walk the fuck
away, this instant, I'll rip that little cock of yours right off."  There
weren't even any words to the protest I heard through the door.

       "Now, slave!  Go away."

When I didn't hear anything for a little bit I turned back to Mia, but the
rhythm was gone.  I was still hard but the atmosphere had changed.  I
pumped again, but Mia pulled off of me and turned over onto her back.

"Here, Master, Fuck me while you're looking at me."  She squeezed her tits
together and blew a kiss at me.  I crawled forward and watched as my cock
first spread her lips and then disappeared inside her cunt.  It was neat to
both see and feel it like that.  I watched myself fuck her for a bit and
the heat started growing again.  Soon I was pounding her again.  I closed
my eyes and just concentrated on slamming into her, as fast and hard as I
could.  I felt her begin to shiver and shake but I just kept on.  Her legs
tightened around me and I felt her pussy spasm and there was a surge of
liquid.  It was so easy now, she was so slick and soft it was like there
was no friction at all.  I came hard, bucking and thrusting through the
whole experience.  Slowly I subsided and rolled off of her to lie beside
her, both of us panting for air.

Mia rolled on her side, snuggling up against me and kissed me on the cheek,
laying her head back down on my shoulder.

"Thank You, Master.  That was the first time I came with a man."  I didn't
understand.

"You were not a virgin, you had been with a man before, had you not?"

"Yes, Master, but I never came during a fuck before."

"What do you mean?"  She paused for a moment, thinking about my confusion.
Then she changed her mind.

"Maybe you should get the food, before it gets too cold."  She teased,
slyly. "I heard that you hate your food to be cold."

"Bitch."  I laughed.  Before I could get up she grabbed the wash cloth and
wiped the cum and her juices off my cock.

"There," she said in triumph, "the perfect image of a Prince, clean and
neat and just come from a good fucking."  I shook my head at her and threw
a blanket around my waist, retrieved the waiting repast and retreated back
into the warm sanctuary.  The food had been packed in a covered tray with
lids on each dish and hot sand packed around them.  It was still quite hot
enough.  As I explored the offering Mia delicately began her assault on my
ignorance.

  "Master, if I over step my place, please forgive me.  Was that your first
time to truly bed a woman?"  She went on hastily, "I met Molly in the
harem, so I know you took her, but was this the first time you..."  She
broke off, searching for a polite phrasing.  "The first time it was
anything but a simple ra..." She suddenly switched in mid word, "taking?
She saw my face clouding in anger and hurried on.  "It was your right, none
can deny that, not only that but it was your duty to your King and the
Kingdom.  Your Lady Mother explained it to us in the harem.  His Majesty's
manhood trial girl explained how she was proud to have demonstrated her
Master's prowess."

I had calmed down some, for it truly had been a rape, had it not?  She had
certainly not been willing.  I was still a bit hot and I was brusquer than
I had intended.  "This was the first time I have fucked a willing girl,
yes.  What is your point?"  Mia hurried on to hopefully less fraught
subjects.

"Are you aware that women come, like men do?"

"Come, like shooting white cum everywhere?"

"Women certainly do not spray semen, and a man's orgasm is usually more
obvious.  You always know when a man has had an orgasm because he made
semen.  But women do it too, we don't usually spray like men do, although a
woman who is very, very deep in orgasm might spray her juices.  Most people
say that a woman's orgasm is deeper and more subtle, interior, like a woman
has a tunnel not a rod."

"Ok, so women can come too?"

"Yes, but usually when we are with a man he is taking his pleasure, any
pleasure we get out of it is usually accidental.  But today," she threw her
arms around me, breasts pressing tightly against my chest. "Today I came,
while you were fucking me.  It was the first time I had come during
fucking."

We turned to talk about body parts, comparing names and Mia pointed out
that she had something called a clit.  She showed me how to find it, and we
had fun with that too.  Me learning how to touch it so that it gave her
pleasure.

There was a tentative knock on the trailer door.  Mia was laid back, legs
splayed wide as I fingered he clit and pussy.  We looked at each other and
at the same moment broke into riotous laughter.  When I got myself under
control I answered levelly.

"Yes, Mirka?  What do you want now?"

"Does Master need anything of Mirka?"  I rolled my eyes.  Mirka had been
snarky with Nugget and now he had interrupted three times tonight.  I was
afraid I was seeing a pattern emerging, one I needed to nip in the bud.
But tonight was not the time for that.

"No, Mirka.  Go to bed, I will not need anything more of you tonight."

"It would be no problem, Master, I could run get you a snack?"

"Mirka."  I stated firmly.  "Go to bed.  If I need you I promise I will
yell loud enough to wake the entire camp."

"If you're sure, Master."

"I'm sure, now off with you.  I don't want to hear from you until morning."

There was a remarkably grumbly, "Yes, Master."

After a moment of silence to be sure he had truly gone away Mia turned a
questioning gaze back on me.

"Isn't it unusual to take a eunuch with you on a journey?"

"Yes, but Nugget had been both disobedient and impertinent and I left him
with the Eunuch Master for a taste of what would happen to him if he kept
being so difficult.  I warned him I might just cut the difficulty out with
a knife."  She winced, then pointed her head to indicate Mirka.

"What is up with him?"  She asked.  "I'd not have thought you'd put up with
that."

I signed deeply.  I knew she was right, Mirka had been as much of a problem
these last weeks as a help.  He'd frightened Nugget and now he was doing
his best to distract and divert any attention to himself.

"Mirka and I have been together for years, since we were both small boys.
He has no family, no balls, no connections or life skills beyond body
servant.  He was happy to be the small fish swimming around me, but now I'm
a man, my world is opening up and his is shrinking.  He used to be my only
sex giver, now I have many, and he is quite smart enough to see that he
will only get less central to my life as time goes on.  When I ascend to my
duties I'll be almost constantly meeting with many people and have less and
less time for relaxation, and that shrinking relaxation time has to be
shared with many more people, including Nugget, another body servant with
balls and a cock that gets hard.  I have to talk to him.  But," I glanced
at her sternly, "he has been with me for years, it is my job to deal with
him, you just be polite.  As a eunuch he may well be going in and out of
the harem, I don't want you fighting with him.  If he is impolite or
aggressive, you talk to me, understood?"

"Yes, Master."


Huoerse most certainly did not have a convenient harem space handy.  The
local Duke has suddenly died and his youngest son, the only one to remain
had assumed his title.  But the man had been old, and his son was in his
middle age, both of them had had large harems.  They were jammed together
until something could be done about the situation.  Legally, the new Duke
inherited them, just as he'd inherited the land and title.  No one would
comment if he grabbed a few of the younger, prettier girls, of course."
His father had been an elderly man, there may well be women in the harem he
had never even opened.  But it would be unseemly if he kept the older
women, mothers to his half-brothers.

Normally such ladies were sent to a religious retreat where they were
expected to spend their waning years praying for the soul of their departed
beloved husband and master.  The common, lower class younger ones were
often sold off to raise a bit of cash also.

Unfortunately, the old Duke had spent his life in a bitter feud with the
church.  He had rejected and repudiated any restraint on his actions the
church attempted to proscribe and went out of his way to insult its clergy
at every opportunity.  The church was being remarkably clever in not
finding appropriate spaces for this particular group of ladies.

I was quartered in the palace with the new Duke, as was appropriate to my
rank and duties but Mia had to spend her days locked in her wagon, with
little to do but wait for the evenings when I would come to her.  It was a
lonely time for her, in the end I allowed Mirka to enter the wagon, just to
give her someone to talk to.  I had worried about that decision for a long
time before I did it, but Mirka and Mia had been talking through the door
for hours each day as I was busy with my duties.  Mia admitted to being
much happier and Mirka had stopped being such a pain in the ass.

After a few weeks I managed to find a large estate house that I could rent.
It was actually the town house of one the noble families of the duchy.
They decided the rental monies were worth living back on their lands for a
season or two.  It was a nice place, with room for the soldiers to bunk out
back and servants quarters for the rest of my troop.  The owners even left
a staff of domestics to do the cooking and cleaning.

The best part was the fair sized harem quarters.  It was certainly large
enough for my small retinue.  I would be able to bring all of my ladies and
finally settle into the life of a harem owner.  Things were looking up.