Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2016 10:16:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 13

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The Prince and his Harem Part 13

By Simon Peter


"Good morning, beautiful," Prince Hamed whispered in Imre's ear as he
spooned him, his morning boner throbbing inside the Nigerian boy's thighs.

Imre stretched, pressing his thighs tightly around the 8-inch
hardness. "Good morning, my prince," he said languorously, his slim, black
body elongating, silky and lithe.

The two boys had spent the night fucking. The other three boys in the young
prince's harem had left them alone in the tent, spending the night in the
luxurious rooms of Hamed's villa, realizing the special relationship that
had been developing between Hamed and Imre.

When Hamed and Imre bid young Ian goodbye the day before, they felt that
they had accomplished something great. Hamed had "bought" the English boy
from Sheikh Fahed's collection of slaves and had discovered that the
kidnapped Ian was not interested in boys. He had been supplied with one of
the houris, and the night Ian had spent with the houri proved to the other
boys that he would not blend, that he was straight as an arrow.

Hamed had used his influence, as well as Imre's monster cock, on Sheikh
Ramzi, the minister, to get him to arrange special papers for Ian to return
to his country. The minister had been rewarded with hot bouts of sex with
Hamed and Imre, serviced to his content by the two boys. Imre's 10-inch
black cock had sent the minister into heights of passion and lust,
stretching the minister's ass and filling him with Nigerian seed, as the
older man sucked Hamed's juice with the same passion and lust.

As distasteful as it had been for the two boys to have sex with the sleazy
minister, it had been worth it, setting Ian free and sending him back
home. They were totally satisfied, the prince not giving a damn about the
huge sum of money he had paid the slaver for the English boy. He had set
his mind to changing things regarding the apparently quite popular slave
trade that many of the princedom's sheikhs used. He, however, made sure
that his uncle, Sheikh Nahed, did not realize what his plans were. Nahed
totally enjoyed his boy-harem and would definitely not approve if this
practice were to be stopped.

"At first," Hamed confided to his lover, "I had thought that having slaves
is a very normal thing. I had watched my uncle's boys, young, pretty, and
well-taken care of. They had luxurious living quarters and enjoyed plenty
of food and drink, clothes, and all kinds of amenities."

Imre sighed and turned around to face the prince, his own cock now
hard. His kissed Hamed on the mouth and pressed his body against him,
grinding.

"I know what you are saying is true," Imre said, his voice turning husky,
but there was some sadness in his tone. "But these boys are used as sex
toys. Besides, they don't have their freedom to do whatever they liked."

"I realize this now, baby," Hamed confessed, pressing onto Imre's body,
feeling his lover's heat. "But for me, this was the accepted way of life
that I have been living. Slaves are born to be sex toys."

Imre slowly turned Hamed around and spooned him, nibbling on his ear, his
monster black cock sliding inside the prince's crack.

"Let me play with my toy," Imre teased, his cock head pressing on Hamed's
ring, stretching it.

Imre thrust and penetrated. Hamed grunted. Although fucked by Imre's huge
cock many times already, Hamed always felt the searing pain of initial
penetration. He relaxed his rim muscle and sucked in his lover's cock.

"Fuck your toy, Imre. Fuck me, baby," Hamed heaved as the black rod
disappeared inside him.

Imre fucked his prince. He had been bought as a slave, but his prince had
turned out to become his lover. He thrust deep, his arms wrapped around
Hamed's teen chest, fondling the nipples. His fucking was full of love for
Hamed. The prince had set him free even though he was still here, far away
from his home. The other boys had opted to stay even after Hamed gave them
the choice of returning to their homes and families. Imre felt tears
streaming down his young face cheeks as he pumped his lover's ass. He
fucked with love, extreme love. When he exploded inside the prince, it was
so much more than boy semen out of his nuts. It was more as if his heart
were being squirted into his lover: his emotions, his whole being.

Imre cried and cummed.

Slipping out of Hamed's ass, Imre flipped the prince on his back and
gobbled his throbbing cock. He sucked Hamed with an infatuated obsession,
swallowing the spurting cum as it shot out with force down his
throat. Finally, letting go of the softening cock, Imre slid up onto the
panting prince and they held each other tightly, sweaty bodies glued to
each other.

Showered, rested and breakfasted, the two young boys walked to the
oasis. They didn't dare to hold hands as much as they desired to, for fear
of people's gossip. But they were connected in a way they had never
experienced before.

"So, Hamed," Imre smiled at the prince. "What are you planning next?
Another slimy minister to fuck?"

"Oh, shut up," Hamed slapped Imre playfully on the back of his neck. Then
he bent and kissed him. "I don't know, baby. Rasheed, Ivan and Igor don't
seem excited about leaving. I love them and would love for them to stay
here with me."

"Oh, yea?" Imre sounded a bit indignant, jealous. "You want to fuck them,
huh?"

"It's not that, Imre," Hamed was serious. "I love them as friends although
having sex with them has always been amazing. With you, there is love. I
love you, Imre. Do you realize that? I fucking am in love with you. But the
others? They are my friends. It's up to them. I used money to buy them, but
no one can buy another person like cattle. None of you is a goat."

Imre laughed. "A goat? More like a bull. You love my bull fucking."

"Oh, man, can't you be serious? Always about fucking and penises. Life is
more than that."

"More than my cock?" Imre groped his crotch teasingly.

"More than your cock, Imre," Hamed nodded seriously. "Much more, baby."

Nevertheless, the two boys lay on the hot sand, and their love making was
even hotter than the desert.

"Your Highness," Omar the eunuch approached Sheikh Nahed, somewhat with
apprehension.

Omar had been given the duty to look over and protect Nahed's nephew,
Prince Hamed, ever since the prince's parents died a few years ago leaving
the orphaned boy under his protection.

"What is it?" the sheikh asked without looking at the eunuch, his eyes
following the butt movement of one of his boys as he fucked another boy,
doggy style, the muscles of the teen butt rippling with each thrust, there
for his entertainment. His cock ached under his white robe, but he knew
that soon he would find release inside that butt.

"I beg your forgiveness, Highness," Omar hesitated, "but there are a few
things about young Prince Hamed that maybe would be of interest for you to
know."

"Hamed?"Nahed's eyes left the thrusting butt and gazed at the eunuch, with
concern. "What's wrong? Speak out, eunuch." A touch of anger appeared on
his face.

"Oh, nothing serious, I think," Omar bowed to lower his voice to a whisper,
"but the young prince seems to have certain strange opinions about the boys
he is keeping."

"Speak plainly, Omar," the sheikh's patience was wearing thin, especially
since he had been waiting to watch the frozen, taut butt cheeks and muscles
as the slave climaxed. He loved watching this and loved to immediately
thrust his own hardness inside the tight and squeezing hole.

"I have noticed that the prince is not treating his slaves the way that
slaves should be treated."

Nahed knotted his eyebrows. "Explain."

"For one thing, the young prince spends most of his time with them when he
is not taking lessons from his tutors," Omar whispered.

"So my nephew has an appetite for boy ass. Nothing wrong with that," the
sheikh said irritatingly. He noticed that the thrusting slave had increased
his tempo, signaling a close orgasm.

"It's not the sex, Highness. He plays with the slaves as if they were his
equal."

"Hmmm," Nahed pushed the eunuch aside impatiently. "I will talk to
Hamed. Now go."

The eunuch bowed and left. The humping slave stilled, his ass muscles
tightening. Nahed stood and approached the offered boy ass, hitching up his
robe, his cock hard and glistening. He pushed into the slave boy's hole
even before the poor slave finished squirting. Nahed fucked and shot his
load in a matter of one minute.

"Yes, Uncle," Hamed greeted Sheikh Nahed a few hours later when the sheikh
had sent Omar for him.

"Come, my boy," Nahed smiled at his nephew. The boy had grown taller and
much more toned than he used to. "Tell me. How is it going with your
slaves?"

"Great, Uncle. Thank you for starting my boy-harem," Hamed said trying his
best to put conviction into his words although he had come to detest the
concept of buying boys as slave sex toys.

"You're welcome," Nahed patted the prince's thigh. "But remember one thing,
Hamed. You are a prince. The slaves are slaves. Each one is to be in his
position. If one of the slaves displeases you, beat him."

"Yes, Uncle," Hamed shivered inside but showed his uncle complete
composure.

"Now, now, enough of that," Nahed rubbed his nephew's thigh up and
down. "Let's call in these slaves for some entertainment. My boys can
perform quite well."

Hamed felt sick in his stomach. "I would love to, Uncle, but Master Hooman
will be upset if I don't show up for his lesson."

Sheikh Nahed could not resist groping the boy's crotch. "Then some other
time, huh? When you get tired of your slaves."

Hamed made a quick exit after bowing in front of his uncle. Outside, he had
to take several deep breaths to control his anger, his shame, and his
nausea. He loved his uncle who had always taken good care of him, but he
hated his uncle's actions with the boys he had bought as slaves.

"Master," Hamed squatted in front of the old Indian tutor, who was wise and
philosophical. "How wrong is it to go against man-made rules and customs?"

"Wrong?" the master eyed the young prince with an interested gaze under his
bushels of eyebrows.

"Man makes customs and laws. Man can unmake them. Wrongness and rightness
are of no concern to customs and laws." Master Hooman ran his hand through
his long, gray beard, gazing at the prince.

The young prince tried to concentrate harder, nodding his head. Just as he
had thought: there were wrong rules and customs. And they needed to be
changed.

"How can a man change a law or a custom if they are accepted by all?" Hamed
asked, his eyes lowered onto the small table between him and the wise
master.

"When all accept, young prince, there is no choice. But when a prince does
not accept... Power.

Change."

Hamed hung onto each word. His heart was beating fast. He was a prince,
therefore he had power, therefore he could change. But there were more
powerful princes all around him: his uncle, the minister, Sheikh Fahed. His
task seemed daunting for a teenage boy.

"Omar, the bastard," Hamed kicked a stone into the sand angrily as he
walked back to his tent. "He must have told Uncle. Fuck the eunuch bitch! I
will cut off his dick!" Hamed was seething with anger.

He had to be more careful now. He would punish the eunuch severely whenever
he caught him snooping.

As soon as he set foot inside his tent, Hamed was jumped by Imre who
brought him down onto the Persian rug, wrestling him. Hamed was not in the
mood, so he didn't wrestle back. Imre nudged Hamed's butt with his crotch.

"Give up, Prince?" Imre laughed. "Want to fuck, Prince?" Imre rubbed his
erecting penis onto the prince's butt cheeks.

"Get off, Imre," Hamed said, slipping from under the Nigerian. "I want you
to be serious. Go get the boys."

"So you want FOUR cocks?" Imre teased. "Mine is not enough for you
anymore?"

"Shut the fuck up, Imre," Hamed said angrily. "Just go get the boys."

The five teenagers squatted on the rug in the middle of the tent in a
circle. Rasheed, the Turk was the most serious, staring at Hamed. Igor and
Ivan, the two Hungarian boys, were nudging each other and giggling. Imre
knew that there was something very serious that the prince wanted to impart
to them.

"Ok, listen up, boys," Hamed started, looking at each of his
slaves-now-turned-friends one by one. His heart ached. He loved them
all. But...

"I know that you are enjoying yourselves here," the young prince
sighed. "But I need to ask you again: Do you want to stay or would you
rather go back to your homes?"

Ivan laughed. "I would never leave Igor's ass," he nudged Igor in the
ribs. Igor slapped the side of Ivan's head and the two boys giggled.

Rasheed took a while to answer. "Hamed, I hated it when I was first brought
here. But since then I have been living as a prince, and I love all of
us. No, I don't want to go home. This is home."

Imre opened his mouth to speak but Hamed shushed him with his hand. "Not
you, Imre. You stay."

Imre glared at Hamed for a moment, then grinned and said: "Only if you
remain my wife until death do us part."

The four boys broke into loud laughter, and soon Hamed joined them. How
could he be serious with these guys when he loved them so much, when they
were so innocent, when they were such good people?

"Ok, ok. Listen. Come on."

The boys quieted.

"Omar the eunuch is a snoop and a snitch," he started.

"But he has sexy muscles," Ivan piped.

Igor joined, "And a big dick, even though he can't shoot live sperm."

Again there was laughter and nudging and winking. Teenage boys!

"From now on," Hamed continued in a hushed voice as the boys settled, "we
have to be careful around Omar. The bitch eunuch snitched to my uncle about
the way I am treating you. If my uncle finds out about how you are all my
friends and how I have offered to help you leave if you decide to, he will
be livid. I have no idea what he would do if he found out about Ian."

The four boys got serious and nodded in agreement.

"So, whenever any of us feels that the eunuch is close by or is snooping,
you immediately turn on the slave mode," Hamed said, staring at each face.

At this, the boys seemed to comprehend the situation more. They looked at
each other, then at the prince, nodding agreement.

"What about other slaves?" Rasheed gazed at Hamed, holding his eyes.

"Yes," Igor added. "The ones that are still in Sheikh Fahed's slave market,
paraded, prodded and bought?"

"Don't forget those in Hamed's uncle's place? He calls them a harem... a
boy-harem," Ivan said.

"And the poor ones in Sheikh Ramzi's house," Imre joined in. "There is no
way I could imagine what the sleazy minister does to those wretched boys."

"I can't change things, at least not fast, not so much," Hamed said
apologetically. "We did get Ian out, didn't we?"

"Yea," Ivan smirked, "with the help of Imre's cock!"

Imre snickered and winked at Hamed. "Did you know that Hamed and I
double-fucked the bastard?"

The three other boys opened their mouths in surprise. "Both your dicks?"
Igor exclaimed. "Together?

Up his ass? Oh. My. God."

Imre described to the other three boys the double-fucking in detail.

The five of them ended up in the oasis. This was the only place where they
could detect Omar before he got to them. Here they could be themselves.

Later, in the evening, Imre lowered himself next to Hamed, laying his head
on Hamed's outstretched arm. Both boys were naked. Both boys were erected.

Without even having heard a sound, they were startled to see Omar the
eunuch standing inside the tent, gazing down at them.

"Having a good time, highness?" the eunuch said, eyeing the two erected
young cocks.

"What the fuck, Omar?" Hamed said angrily, pushing Imre aside and sitting
up, not bothering to cover himself. "You fucking startled me."

"Begging your pardon, Prince," the eunuch smiled. "There are no doors here
for me to knock."

Hamed glared at the insolent servant. "Then don't come in here unless I
call you. If I see you anywhere near the tent I will not pleased. At all!"
Hamed sounded so regal, even standing naked with his dick turning flaccid,
that the eunuch bowed low. "Leave!" Hamed ordered. He was shaking inside,
but that didn't show. His young body emanated princely power. He was glad
that his voice didn't break!

"Wow!" exclaimed Imre as Omar crept out of the tent. "What a prince!" he
smiled at Hamed.

Hamed glared down at the naked black boy, lying on his back, his monster
cock reaching a few centimeters above his navel. Then his look softened. He
bent, kissed the black lips, licked down the smooth, silky chest, and took
the throbbing cock between his lips.

"So what's the plan?" Imre said when he finished dropping his load down
Hamed's throat.

"The plan?" Hamed asked.

"To free the slaves of the world."

"Do you think I am joking?" Hamed said with a tone of reprimand. "Don't
doubt me, Imre. One day, there will be no slaves. Just don't doubt me."

Prince Hamed left the tent, his white robe flowing, into the desert
night. There will be no slaves, he vowed.