Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2016 17:53:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 15

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The Prince and his Harem Part 15

By Simon Peter


Prince Hamed was excited as never before. On the flight back home, he tried
to make Imre join him in his excitement, but the Nigerian boy was only
thinking of the possibilities he was hoping to have with the American young
tech that they had met in New York. Imre had shown interest in IT as well,
and he had been quick to learn. But Frankie's butt was stuck in his mind
and made his groin tingle.

"Have you seen that butt?" Imre would whisper into Hamed's ear. "I mean,
baby, your butt is the most glorious of butts. But Frankie's? It's actually
calling for my cock, beckoning, like a siren. Come, Imre...

Fuck me, Imre..."

"Oh, Imre," Hamed would sigh. "Give it up. We are bringing the American to
help us with IT at the ministry. Stop fantasizing about him. And this thing
about my butt? You keep saying this and you will never have any piece of
it."

"Oh, baby, I will. You know I will, not just a piece but the whole of it,"
Imre would grab his crotch and leer at the prince. And the prince knew very
well that his Imre was right.

So, Hamed's excitement was manifold. First, he had gotten to travel to New
York. That was amazing.

Second, he had become quite knowledgeable about the basic workings of
technology. Frankie had given him a few very smart ideas that he couldn't
wait to try to implement once he got back. Hamed was also excited because
in the eyes of the minister, Sheikh Ramzi, and his uncle, Sheikh Nahed, he
was proving to be a mature and responsible young man. Most of all, the
young prince was feeling more and more powerful by the minutes.

Hamed gathered his boys in the tent as soon as they got back to the Jewel
of the Gulf.

"Listen up, boys," Hamed stared at them one by one.

"Here we go again," Ivan teased. "The prince has orders for us slaves."

"Shut the fuck up, Ivan, and fucking listen," Hamed showed some
impatience. "You will consider this as an order if you wish. Or you can go
and fuck yourselves, but you are going to do what I say. Starting tomorrow,
you all will come with me and Imre to the ministry. We will become the
princedom's tech team. We will rule!"

The four boys gazed with wonder at the intensity and forcefulness that
their friend was showing.

Rasheed, the serious Turk, took a deep breath and said, "But, Hamed, we
know nothing about this technology except surfing the web for porn or
skyping with your American friend."

Hamed nodded his head. "Frankie will join us by the end of the week, if the
Almighty wills. He will train all of us together. I will clear things with
Sheikh Ramzi."

"You mean my black cock will clear things with the slimy minister, huh?"
Imre smirked.

They all laughed at this and set to wrestle, which eventually turned into
group sex. Five young, horny boys all tangled together, no matter who
sucked what, kissed what, fucked what. The heat of the desert rose up by
degrees from the heat emanating from the prince's tent.

"How can I arrange for all this, Hamed?" the minister complained the
following day. "They are all supposed to be slaves! What will everyone say?
What will your uncle say?"

"I'll take care of my uncle. As for the others, you are the minister and
Imre is ready with your reward."

Imre opened his zipper and unabashedly fished out his snake cock, fully
aware how to lure the minister. Ramzi gazed at the black tool and drooled.

"All right. All right. Imre, come here, boy. Give me my toy," Ramzi croaked
lustfully.

Ramzi sucked the black monster cock to ejaculation. Wiping the thick creamy
semen off his beard, he said: "Now go and start your technology
miracles. Prove to me that you can do it, and I will make sure that your
slaves will get the legal papers. Fuck! Sheikh Fahed will hit the roof if
he knows!"

"He won't know," Hamed said as he opened the door after waiting for Imre to
tuck his penis back into his pants. "Just cover us and you will not regret
it."

Ramzi licked off a remaining drop of boy semen from the corner of his
mouth. "Go. And Imre, I would need another feeding soon, say around 2 in
the afternoon? Be here."

The two boys felt exhilarated with this achievement. They told Igor, Ivan
and Rasheed the news. They were now the ministry's tech team, or the "TT"
as Rasheed dubbed it.

The TT set to their task with enthusiasm. They were fast learners. When
Frankie arrived, he found a team so willing to work and learn that he had
never experienced in the US among his mates. He decided that the boys were
all talented. During the week it took him to arrive to the Gulf desert
princedom, the five boys had already taught themselves how to touch
type. Frankie was impressed.

At twenty years, Frankie was not too familiar with the world outside his
home country. He found everything around him exotic to the degree of
dizziness. The desert heat, the prince's villa and tent, the oasis, the
food, but most of all Frankie was impressed by the tightness of the TT. The
boys seemed to mesh together like a glove in hand. Happily for everybody,
even with the cultural differences, Frankie soon became one of the team,
the tutor, the leader, although it was always the prince that the others
listened to and followed.

"So when do we fuck Frankie?" Imre asked as the five boys lounged in
Hamed's tent one afternoon.

"By the way, where is Frankie?" Hamed inquired.

"Oh," Rasheed piped in. "He said he wanted to shower and then get online to
send emails to friends and family. He mentioned one guy, Tom, whom he
wanted to communicate with. It would be morning in the US now."

"Oh, yea," Ivan said. "I remember once we were skyping with Frankie and
there was a young kid sitting next to him. That must be Tom?"

Imre smirked: "So our Frankie is fucking a kid?"

Hamed slapped Imre on the back of his head. "Shut up, Imre. Come on,
boys. Let's dress up before Frankie barges in on us."

"Let him," Imre joked, fisting his dick. "He will never resist this."

"Imre is full of shit," Ivan said, and the four boys fell on the Nigerian,
wrestling him. Needless to say, what followed was not putting on their
robes, but fucking and sucking cock on the Persian rugs and silk pillows
covering the floor of the prince's tent.

Meanwhile, Frankie was in his room in the prince's villa, skyping with
Steve.

"I am really enjoying my time here, Steve."

"Frankie, my man, you're among heathens. When are you coming home?"

"Hey buddy, don't sweat it. I will finish my training to prep for college
and will get back. I could ask the prince if he could arrange for you to
come over here for a visit if your parents would let you."

Steve wasn't especially excited with the idea, but Frankie needed someone
familiar whom he could use as an anchor. Besides, Steve was hot, so was his
kid brother, Tom.

With a sigh, and a boner, Frankie cut off the connection and went to take a
shower. He jacked off under the hot steaming water, as he jacked off every
day since he arrived here. And, every time he stroked his dick, Imre's
black image jumped into his mind. He undressed the Nigerian slowly. When he
got to the point of pulling down the black boy's undies, he closed his eyes
and exploded streams of cum down the shower drain, even before he was able
to visualize Imre's cock.

However, Frankie thought more carefully about the team. There were the two
Hungarians who seemed to be more like soul-mates. They were always
together, did things together, were quite close.

They laughed and scowled at the same things, and they sometimes said the
same expressions at the same time. There was some kind of an uncanny
affinity between the two. Ivan and Igor were a couple.

A couple? As in sex? Frankie scratched his head. There was a lot of body
touching between the two boys, but that was not alien to this part of the
world. Men kissed, held hands, hugged. At first, Frankie was confused but
now, two weeks in the princedom, he was used to such proximity among the
men folk. But still... He did once in a while hear murmurings and bed
creaking emanating from their room, next to his.

Then there was Imre and the prince. Another couple? Were the two boys also
having sex? Frankie's mind reeled. He tried to force himself away from
thoughts like this. Not every boy or man was gay like him. But Frankie
couldn't let go of his perspective. He did see things as a gay man
would. It was true that he was shamefully inexperienced, still a virgin. He
had never touched or tasted cock. He fantasized a lot about the neighboring
guys: Steve, who was a friend of his age and Tom, his kid brother. But
there had never been anything going with either of them. Now he was
starting to fantasize about the TT boys. The five teenagers were different,
each with his own looks and character, but they were all handsome in their
own way.

That left Rasheed. The Turk boy was the most serious, the most attentive,
and he learnt faster than the others. Frankie's initial infatuation was for
Imre, of course, ever since he met the black boy in New York. But the more
he got into contact with Rasheed, the closer he felt toward the Turk. Was
it because Rasheed was a bit more distant than the others? Ivan and Igor
were into each other; that was fairly obvious. Imre and Hamed were also
thick with each other. Could Rasheed be Frankie's? Frankie's heart
raced. Rasheed may not have been the most handsome of the five boys, but he
was definitely growing on Frankie. Frankie loved Rasheed's dark skin in
contrast with his own milky white skin as well as his sharp mind and smart
moves.

There was also the minister. Sheikh Ramzi's glances at him and at the boys,
especially at Imre, had not been innocent. Every time Ramzi looked at him,
Frankie felt his body inwardly shiver, as if the minister were undressing
him with his eyes. Was Sheikh Ramzi gay? Were the boys fucking him? Was
that the reason behind their clout within the ministry? Was it cock or was
it IT that made the minister give free reins to the TT?

And what about Omar, the eunuch? What the fuck was a eunuch anyway? Frankie
thought that Omar had the most awesome male body he had ever seen,
including the hunks he watched in porn flicks.

Omar would turn heads, both women and men, back in New York. Was Omar gay,
too? Did Omar even have a dick? Or were eunuch's dicks cut off? Frankie
sighed.

Scratching his head, Frankie ordered himself to stop thinking that way, as
if the five boys were gay. But the strange thing about being gay was that
you tended to regard others from your own perspective.

Yes, Frankie was confused.

 The TT was making progress fast. Sheikh Ramzi was impressed by the
improvement in performance that was starting to appear under Frankie's
tutelage. He decided to hold a feast for his new tech team of six extremely
attractive young men on the occasion of Hamed's ending his apprenticeship
and becoming First Officer in the ministry, in charge of IT.

"What do you think?" Imre asked Hamed as the two boys walked over to the
oasis after getting the invitation from Ramzi.

"Of?" Hamed turned to his lover.

"Ramzi's feast?" Imre said, kicking sand reflectively with his sandaled
feet.

"Oh, they are all the same," Hamed sounded bored with the whole
thing. "Same food, same music, same performances."

"Not true," Imre smiled.

"Why are you being so enigmatic today, Imre?" Hamed regarded the Nigerian
boy. "What's on your mind?"

"I was thinking: Frankie?" Imre said meaningfully, raising one eyebrow.

There was a moment of silence as the boys reached the oasis and squatted
under a palm tree. The sun was hot and they were both sweating. Under the
shade, they took off their white robes, exposing their teenage smooth
torsos, one silky black, the other a few shades lighter. Their white cotton
shorts underwear revealed their crotches more than hid them. They kissed.

"Fuck," Hamed said as he broke the kiss.

"Yes, prince," Imre smirked. "Bend over, prince."

"Man, Imre, shut up. You said Frankie. Fuck! You are right. Ramzi's banquet
is going to reek of boy sex.

His boys are definitely going to perform. My uncle is going to be there
also, and you know my uncle well."

Imre laughed. "Sheikh Nahed will never be able to keep his hands off the
boys. There will be fucking.

Oh, man, will there be fucking!"

"Ramzi will reach for your cock the first instance he gets," Hamed said.

"He is welcome to my cock, baby. Without Ramzi's addiction to my cock, none
of what we have achieved would have happened. But I would think that in the
banquet the minister is going to take full advantage of the young cocks all
around him."

"True," the young prince agreed. "But still. I was hoping to keep Frankie
away from the sex thing. What if the American were straight? Remember Ian's
reaction when he found out that we were fucking each other? I can't forget
his expression when he saw all the five of us naked; it was full of
disgust. I don't want to lose Frankie."

"For one thing," Imre ran a finger down Hamed's chest, fondling a nipple,
"if Frankie is straight, then supply him with houris. This shouldn't be
difficult, should it?"

Hamed nodded. "Yes, I guess so. But still."

Imre continued: "And, for another thing, I think that Frankie is more gay
than any of us."

Hamed was startled at this. He turned to Imre. "Have you fucked him?"

Imre detected a spark of anger, maybe of jealousy in the prince's eyes, but
he shook his head laughingly.

"I wish," he grabbed his crotch, his cock elongating at the thought of
Frankie's butt. "Back in New York?

One time I noticed him surreptitiously glancing at my crotch. I felt his
desire."

"It's in your sick imagination," Hamed said, reaching for Imre's snake-like
dick and fishing it out of the fly of the white cotton undershorts. Even
semi-hard, Imre's black cock was longer and thicker than most other men's
fully-erected members.

"Another time," Imre continued, sighing as Hamed stroked him, "when I
wrapped my arm around his shoulder, I made it a point to press a little at
the side of his hip. I heard a very low, discreet, but distinctive moan."

"So you think that Frankie is gay, then?" Hamed mused, Imre's cock now
throbbing in the palm of his hand.

"Am sure of it. Now are you going to suck me off? Or are we just teasing?"

Hamed bent and took Imre in his mouth. As ever, the huge cock felt amazing
as the prince went half- way down the thick shaft, his jaws stretching. He
closed his eyes and breathed in his lover's beautiful aroma, working the
cock with his lips and tongue, up and down. Imre thrust to get more shaft
in.

Hamed swallowed and forced back the gagging. Soon his nose was buried in
Imre's thick pubic hair.

The throbbing at his throat electrified his young body. He reached down and
took out his own cock, stroking it. Minutes later, Imre exploded in Hamed's
mouth. Hamed responded by his own explosion spraying Imre's legs with his
semen.

Frankie felt as if he were in the middle of a scene from One Thousand and
One Arabian Nights. He was mesmerized by the whole scene: the banquet of
exotic food and drink, the rich rugs and pillows, the all-boy band playing
lilting music on lutes and ouds and tambourines, the supple bodies of
houris belly dancing, almost naked, the boy servants walking around in loin
cloths with trays of sumptuous bites. It was as if he were in a dream and
he didn't want to wake up, ever.

Next to him, the other five boys lounged, laughing, whispering, moving with
the music, nibbling on foods. Rasheed was on his right, Imre on his
left. Frankie was in paradise.

Frankie's jaw dropped, his eyes boggled out of their sockets, as he watched
Hamed's rich and powerful uncle, Sheikh Nahed, grab one of the serving
boys' butts under the loin cloth. The boy looked not a day older than
thirteen. Frankie's heart raced as he watched Nahed's hand move up and down
the boy's thigh and disappear under the loin cloth.

Frankie turned his head sideways toward Imre, his face reflecting a huge
question mark. His shock increased when he saw the black boy's robe tent
out with an evident erection. So was Rasheed's on his other side. Was he
watching men's erections? Was this an orgy? Were the serving boys going to
be involved? Frankie's own groin tingled and he felt his dick twitch in
anticipation. This was not just a banquet, was it?

The dancing houris made their exit when Sheikh Ramzi clapped his hands
twice. The music changed to a faster tempo, the tambourine beating and
clanging, and a group of naked boys danced their way into the middle of the
hall. They started gyrating to the music, grabbing each other, kissing,
rubbing, their young teen bodies supple and smooth. Frankie erected hard
and instantly, his heart almost stopping in his chest. This was beyond a
dream.

He almost lost consciousness when he felt warm hands wrapping around his
waist. Two sets of lips brushed at both sides of his neck as Imre and
Rasheed bent towards him. He felt his balls constrict, almost ready to
shoot a load inside his white robe. The two boys licked and breathed on his
neck, their hands around his waist lightly massaging his back and his upper
butt, their other hands on his thighs.

He just wanted to die.

Frankie's eyes were glued to the boys on the floor. They were now sucking
and fucking. Frankie just couldn't breathe. Rasheed's and Imre's hands were
all over him, sliding under his robe, going all over his skin, sending
shiver after shiver throughout his body. He reached both his hands and
groped the two boys' crotches, amazed at the hardness of their
erections. The size of their cocks was way larger than he had imagined they
would be. How could two teenagers sport such big dicks? His hands fisted
the cocks and stroked them. Imre and Rasheed moved their lips from his neck
to his mouth, and the kiss was beyond fantasy. When a warm and sweaty palm
wrapped itself around his cock, he instantly shot his load.

Imre withdrew his hand, glistening with sperm, from Frankie's groin.

"Frankie, baby, that was fast," Imre joked.

"Oh, god, oh, my god, my sweet Jesus, GOD, oh, fuck," Frankie was mumbling
incoherently as his body shook with waves of ecstasy, his cock still
dripping cum.

Igor, Ivan and Hamed had huge smiles on their faces as they ignored the
fucking boy slaves and watched Imre and Rasheed bringing Frankie out. Imre
had been right. Frankie was gay!

And so, the TT finally bonded.