Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2016 19:20:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 11

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The Prince and his Harem Part 11

By Simon Peter


"Hala, hala, hala," Sheikh Ramzi greeted Prince Hamed and his African
slave, Imre. "My humble abode has just been lit by a beautiful light like
the sun, and colored like the flowers in the garden, and..."

Hamed interrupted the barrage, "Thank you, Your Eminence. It's an honor to
be in your fantastic palace."

"Eminence? No, no, no, my dear prince. Call me Ramzi. Just like your dear
uncle used to do."

"Again, thank you, uh... Ramzi," young Hamed bowed slightly. "I am
honored." Dear uncle, huh?

Thought Hamed. Dear uncle's cock that raped your fucking ass.

"And this... black thing," Ramzi pointed at Imre, "is your slave, I can
tell."

"Imre is with me, Ramzi, at your invitation," Hamed snapped, starting to be
irritated.

Imre was smiling. He knew what was in store. He knew that, very soon, his
cock was going to plow into this sleazy person, mercilessly, painfully. He
knew that he was going to really hurt the man with his huge cock. The last
time it measured 3 centimeters longer than Rasheed's 26, the other boy in
Hamed's harem. He could really hurt with his tool.

"Right, right," enthused the minister. "Come in, come in," he said,
wrapping an arm around Hamed's shoulder, but having to raise himself to do
so because the young prince, even just short of 15 years old, was some 10
centimeters taller than Ramzi.

They were led to the main hall, which Hamed noticed was grander and plusher
than his uncle's. In the center there was a huge banquet laid out already,
with food and fruit, enough for 20 persons or more.

"Are we expecting any more guests?" Hamed asked the sheikh, wondering about
all the food.

Sheikh Ramzi laughed. "It is not every day that the young prince Hamed
answers my invitation, is it?

And also agreeing to bring with him his black slave."

"Ramzi, I am glad that you approve of Imre," Hamed chided.

"We'll see. We'll see. To be truthful in front of the Almighty, you stole
this black slave, this Imre, from me. I had wanted to buy him myself, but
the offer that your eunuch, Omar, made on your behalf was way over the
budget I had set out for slave shopping."

Hamed laughed and, surprising even himself, he wrapped his arm around the
minister's waist and pulled him closer, sideways, their hips
pressing. Ramzi inhaled audibly. Hamed could feel the minister's body shake
at the squeeze.

"You will like Imre, Ramzi," he whispered into the minister's ear. "Very
much."

"Oh, I know, I know, my dear Hamed. I have seen him naked. But I yet have
to see him hard," Ramzi whispered back unabashedly.

When Imre had been paraded at the slave market, The Place, and prodded by
the slaver, he was naked, but his dick remained soft, even after the slaver
wrapped his mouth around the snake-like penis to make him hard. It had been
then that Hamed rushed Omar to make the purchase and stop the shameful
parade. So, the minister was right: he had not seen Imre's hard monster.

"You will, Ramzi," Hamed leered. "And more than see him. Eminence, you will
see what you have never seen before... and feel it, too." Hamed had a
strong inkling that Imre was going to ram through this man's ass without
any mercy.

"Naughty Hamed," Ramzi smiled, his hip still glued to the prince. "I am
blessed not only with this slave but with the most handsome prince in the
princedom."

Hamed's stomach lurched at the thought. He wouldn't come close to this
sleazy minister for anything in the world. But it looked like Sheikh Ramzi
had other thoughts. Hamed sighed inwardly. He knew that Sheik Nahed, his
uncle, was right. He had to force himself to pleasure this sleazy
man. Ramzi was powerful and rich, and whatever the young prince did now
would pay back tenfold in the future. After all, his uncle had instructed
him: An ass is an ass!

Ramzi sat at one of the richly laid out tables, cross-legged, on the
carpeted floor. Hamed sat on his right. When Imre approached to sit next to
them, Ramzi frowned and gestured for him to remain standing.

"If Imre sits next to us," Hamed whispered in the minister's ear, "you
might like to get to feel him, under the table."

The minister did not comment. He waved for Imre to come and sit next to him
on the other side.

Inwardly, Hamed giggled.

Sure enough, no sooner had Imre squatted down next to the minister than
Ramzi's left hand snaked under the table. Hamed glanced at his friend to
see a grimace on his friend's face as Ramzi's hand apparently groped his
dick.

The time at the banquet was pleasant enough, even with both of Ramzi's
hands being under the table, fondling the boys. Hamed surprised himself by
getting a boner under the minister's groping fingers.

And the slimy minister looked appreciative on both sides.

The food was cleared, the servants sent away, and the three of them
remained lounging on the cushions. Ramzi did not lose time. The minute the
servants exited, Ramzi was on Hamed's cock, suckling with a loud noise,
trying to swallow Hamed's long 22-cm cock. Hamed leaned back, holding his
dishdash up to his waist, and smiled at his friend as Imre massaged the
sucking minister's butt.

Without letting go of Hamed's cock, Ramzi fished out a bottle of lubricant
and handed it to Imre. Imre used a very small blob to grease the man's ass,
fingering it, and applied even less lubricant on his now- erecting monster
dick. Just a tad! He wanted the bastard to feel pain.

Ramzi offered his flabby ass and Imre spooned him, raising one leg
high. Placing his cockhead at the sparingly greased hole he pushed hard and
penetrated.

The minister's scream brought a couple of servants running into the
hall. Ramzi waved them away angrily as he was trying to breathe. Imre
pushed harder, holding the minister's ankle tightly, not allowing him to
move away. It seemed there was not end to Imre's marauding cock shaft as it
found its way inside the slimy ass, pushing the intestines up to the
stomach, as if Imre's cock would keep going in and up until it emerged from
the shit-man's throat.

Hamed grabbed Ramzi's head and brought him back onto his cock, thrusting up
to the throat, stifling the screams and moans with his meat. Hamed thought,
Imre must be killing Ramzi's ass!

After pounding the man's hole as forcefully as was possible, with all the
energy and anger of youth, Imre dumped his load inside the minister as
Hamed shot his semen down the minister's throat. The two boys slipped out
of the minister's orifices. The minister appeared to have fainted. He lay
unmoving, hardly breathing.

"Ramzi?" Hamed was concerned. "Your Eminence?"

Sheikh Ramzi opened his eyes, tearful eyes. "Boys. Do me again. AGAIN! Oh,
do me again." He finished with a wailing voice and a shaking body.

Hamed and Imre exchanged glances. Hamed's cock was semi-hard, but Imre's
was still stiff, dripping.

The minister's orifices were filled again, with force. Imre roughed his ass
as hard as his young body could sustain before he shot his second
load. Hamed just lay back and let Ramzi do all the work, sucking the cum
out of his nuts.

"You're always welcome to my humble house, Prince Hamed," the minister
beamed at the two boys as they were taking their leave.

"Thank you, Sheikh Ramzi. My uncle spoke correctly that you were a very
nice man and a valued acquaintance."

Hamed and Imre could not stop laughing all the way back and into their
tent, where the three other boys were waiting: Igor the Hungarian, Ivan the
Russian-Hungarian, and Rasheed the Turk.

"Fucked him blind," Imre jumped with glee. "You should have heard the
bastard scream, like a lone wolf under a full moon. AND he demanded
seconds! Shit, Hamed, we should have double-fucked that bitch!"

Hamed fell onto the cushions laughing and kicking his feet. "I can't
believe I dumped two loads down the sleaze's stomach! It probably mixed
with your spunk, Imre."

They all roared with young hilarity.

"Any news?" Imre asked his friends.

"News?" Ivan said mischievously. "About what, African?"

"About... you know, from The Place. The new boy?"

"Oh," Ivan sneered. "You mean those," he laughed as he patted a pile of
some ten folders next to him.

Hamed and Imre grabbed the folders and started going over them.

Rasheed said over their shoulders, "Sheikh Fahed told Omar that the folders
and the talk on Skype are free as long as Hamed buys someone."

"I like number three," Imre said as he examined the photo of a blond,
blue-eyed boy who looked 13 or 14 years old. "He is exactly my opposite."

"Oh, dear Almighty. It says here that he's English," Hamed exclaimed.

There was some heaviness to the prince's words as he remembered Robert, the
English escort that he had fallen in love with and that his uncle had sent
back to England, breaking them apart. Princes don't fall in love with gay
English prostitutes, his uncle had admonished him.

"The prince is pining for the English whore," Igor teased and earned a cuff
on the ear as the other boys snickered. They all knew about Hamed's
infatuation with Roger.

Rasheed added: "Who wants to get our prince an air ticket to London?"

Somehow the boys found this extremely hilarious, except for Hamed who
blushed and scowled.

"Let's put the English boy on Skype," Igor suggested, rubbing his crotch.

The blond boy came on. He looked beautiful. He looked sad! The blue eyes
stared emptily into the camera. The sandy hair looked limp and shabby.

"Oh, God," Ivan whispered. "He is miserable."

There wasn't much conversation. It turned out that the boy had been on
holiday from his home in Wales, England, to Romania with his parents, when
he was kidnapped and brought here.

The boy's name was Ian. And Ian was sad.

Hamed immediately made up his mind. Without getting his friends' opinions
or looking at other possibilities, he dispatched Omar for Ian.

"Try to bargain this time, Omar," Hamed instructed the eunuch.

"Yes, Highness," Omar took the folders and left.

"Listen, all of you," Hamed said to the four boys. "Remember that you had
been right in Ian's place not that long ago. I can't warn you enough."

"You don't have to warn us," Rasheed said. "We can all see the sadness on
his face. God, he must miss his parents so much!"

"Let's fuck before he comes," Ivan said, ever the playful one.

Hamed and the others fell on Ivan, wrestling him onto the carpeted floor of
the tent and spanking his bubbled ass.

But they all waited for Ian.