Date: Sat, 10 Sep 2016 09:18:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 17

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The Prince and his Harem Part 17

By Simon Peter


Frankie's ass was sore. For two days now, every time he took a dump, he
winced. Ivan's cock was the smallest in the group, but it had stretched his
virgin ass muscles to the maximum. The image of Imre's and Rasheed's cocks
sprang into his mind and he reeled at the thought of all this meat ravaging
his anal hole.

But Frankie was ecstatic at the same time. It had been less than a month
since he arrived at the Jewel of the Gulf and he was already quite
experienced in gay sex, more so than he could have possibly imagined.

Prince Hamed watched Frankie work at the laptop in the ministry office
where the Tech Team headquartered. The young prince had not been
disappointed with Frankie's expertise so far. The American had babbled
about binaries and other gibberish. But now the boys were all anxiously
watching Frankie work his wonders. Imre, Ivan, Igor and Rasheed stood
behind Frankie, eyes mesmerized at the screen.

"Eh, voila," Frankie said with a flourish, hitting the enter key, a wide
grin on his face.

"Voila? What the fuck is voila?" Imre said.

On the screen, there was a very clear shot of the walkway in The Place,
where slaves were paraded in front of rich sheikhs and bought. The five
boys inhaled audibly.

"The fucker!" exclaimed Rasheed. "I can never forget the humiliation when I
was pulled onto the walkway by a chain and prodded by the fucking slaver!
Just like an animal."

Even with the somber atmosphere, Imre had to add "Like a bull with a long
dong!"

Ivan had tears flowing down his cheeks. Igor hugged him tight.

Hamed boiled with rage.

"Now we can nail the fuckers," the young prince whispered, the anger making
his body shiver.

"How were you able to place the camera?" Rasheed asked Hamed and Frankie.

The prince and the American had paid a visit to The Place the day
before. Hamed had told the owner, Sheikh Fahed, that Frankie was interested
in looking at the boys and that the American had some connections in the
States that might be able to arrange to bring in American boys. Fahed had
been immediately sold to the idea, almost drooling. An American boy would
be quite an asset and would bring the highest price. During the parade of
boys, as Fahed tried his best to show them the "merchandise, Hamed had
quickly and surreptitiously placed the micro-cam at one of the columns
right next to a loudspeaker and angled it to show the walkway and the seats
in front of it.

"It's working great, Frankie," Hamed said jubilantly.

Frankie's concern was the ethical issue. You didn't just snoop on
people. He had sat with Hamed and the boys and discussed the code of ethics
which Frankie believed in.

"I think that we can forgo a few of the items on the code," Frankie
declared.

"And these are?" piped in Rasheed.

"Well," Frankie cleared his throat, "first, we can't use the computer to
harm people. No problem. We are not harming anyone, unless considering
making the asshole Fahed bankrupt. Second, we shouldn't interfere with
other people's computer work."

"We aren't," Hamed said. "We're just having a look."

The boys laughed. Imre slapped the prince on the back lovingly.

"Seriously, guys," Frankie said, not joining in on the laughter. "Another
item on the code is that we shouldn't snoop around in other people's
computer files."

"Oh, man," Rasheed groaned. "That's exactly what we are planning to do."

"But for a good cause," Hamed said. "The job of the government is to fight
crime. Slavery is criminal.

These people are doing criminal acts. Therefore, we have every right,
actually a duty, to snoop around."

"I don't know, H," Frankie sighed. "But you do have a point. The FBI and
CIA do it back home but only after permission from the president or another
high-ranking politician or a judge."

"We can't blackmail Sheikh Ramzi's for his permission in spite of his
addiction to Imre's cock," Hamed said, thinking. "Well, I have been given
the position of IT Officer in the Ministry of Interior. This has to count
for something."

Frankie scratched his head. It was difficult to decide where to draw the
line. Finally, he gave in on this point.

The issues of not using a computer to steal, to bear false witness, to use
software without paying for it, to use other people's computer resources,
or to appropriate other people's intellectual output were not really
issues. Frankie had no problem with those.

There was an item about social consequences. The boys all agreed that what
they were doing was for the good of the society. As for the last one, about
insuring consideration and respect for fellow humans, Hamed suggested that
it should be made the TT motto.

Frankie had felt much better about what he was asked to do. Besides,
Rasheed was very convincing.

Frankie couldn't resist Rasheed's kissing and fumbling. His knees went weak
every time that the Turk touched him.

"We need to celebrate," Imre had a wide grin on his cute face, his white
teeth contrasting with his black skin. "Let's go fuck."

The other boys rolled their eyes in unison. Imre was all for fucking, no
matter what. But this time, after the success of installing the hidden
camera in The Place, and the prospect of finally achieving their goal, they
all agreed wholeheartedly. Imre actually grabbed his crotch in
anticipation.

Imre smirked and repeated. "Let's go fuck Frankie," he suggested even
though he very well knew that he was going to get sneered at by all the
others, especially Rasheed.

Actually, it was only the night before that Frankie and Rasheed attempted
anal sex. It had been a no go. Frankie was still very tight and Rasheed's
thick knob refused to penetrate.

"I guess it will always have to be Ivan," Frankie had tried to joke about
it since it was Ivan, with the smallest dick among the group, who had
broken Frankie's virginity and had given Frankie his first anal fucking
experience. But that had been some time ago. Even so, Rasheed couldn't
enter Frankie's ass.

"Frankie definitely deserves a good fuck," Hamed smiled at the American,
for once agreeing with Imre.

"We can always try," Frankie said, his voice trembling with tribulation.

To the oasis, the boys headed. It was late in the afternoon and the weather
was not as hot as it usually was during the day. As usual, the boys
stripped and jumped into the warm water of the small pond under the palm
trees.

"Well, is it going to be Ivan again?" Imre asked splashing water all around
him.

"Hey, wait a minute," Frankie said. "Don't I get to fuck?"

The boys looked at Frankie with unexpected surprise.

"UUU," Imre smirked. "The American wants to fuuuuck!"

"He's got a dick, doesn't he?" Hamed asked jokingly.

"Frankie?" Imre retorted, ignoring Rasheed's glare. "Frankie got a dick?
Where, oh, where?" Of course, he got splashed by everyone.

So it was decided that Imre was to offer his black ass for the American to
fuck. The boys held the struggling Imre down on the sand as Frankie climbed
on top of him and thrust inside his ass.

"Rape!" Imre shouted jokingly, wriggling his ass. "Rape by an American!"

Frankie fucked harder and deeper, grunting, as if he were punishing the
Nigerian. He exploded inside Imre's squeezing whole, the ejaculation of
ejaculations.

As he slid out of Imre's ass, his cock dripping cum, Frankie slapped the
black butt, which was starting to squeeze Frankie's juice out. Imre sat up
and smirked: "Have I been fucked? Didn't feel anything. Was there a man
penis in my ass?"

At this, Rasheed jumped on Imre and, with the help of the boys, pinned him
down and fucked him with his huge Turk cock using Frankie's cum as lube.

Ivan and Igor built a fire and the TT sat around it. There was some
rustling, and in came Omar the eunuch leading two servants with trays of
food and drink.

"And how did you know that we were ready for food and drink, Omar?" Hamed
glared at the eunuch.

"You were peeking, weren't you?"

Omar lowered his eyes. "No, Highness, I wasn't. But it's the time. It is
time for your dinner, highness. I thought..."

"You thought my ass," Hamed stood up angrily, stark naked. "I told you that
you will regret it if you snoop on us."

"I'm sorry, your highness," Omar murmured. "I can't help it. You look so
erotic when you are all together."

Hamed clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He knew that he should not
be lenient with his man servant. The eunuch was reporting everything to his
uncle. He was not concerned about Omar watching them fuck, or his uncle
knowing that they fuck. Actually, the hunk of a eunuch could join them any
time. But Hamed was concerned that one of them would mention the project
they were executing at the ministry, snooping also, and Omar would hear
about it and report them.

"Your punishment: 10 lashes. I will tell my uncle."

"Please, your highness," Omar dropped to his knees. "I beg you. I will
never..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Hamed screamed kicking at the eunuch. "Ten
lashes. Tomorrow at noontime.

Here, in the oasis. Now go!"

"That was too rough, Hamed," Frankie said in a low voice after the man
servant whimpered away, noting the anger in the young prince.

"No, Frankie," the young prince turned to the American, his anger
subsiding. "If what we are doing goes public before I get powerful enough,
the boys will go back to slavery, you will be beaten and deported, and I
will be executed."

"Fuck!" Imre exclaimed. "I don't want to lose you and I don't want to
become a slave again."

The other boys nodded. They all hated beatings and lashings. They had been
beaten and lashed enough, more than enough. But Omar had to be
disciplined. He had to be lashed.

The lashing did take place as the young prince had ordered. At first,
Sheikh Nahed was against punishing the eunuch, since Omar was the source of
his information. But he had considered his nephew's position. Why should
he, Nahed, snoop on his nephew, after all? In fact, these things were not
to be allowed, especially by slaves. He would snoop on other sheikhs; that
was fine, but not on his nephew. He finally relented.

Omar bled and cried. The boys covered their faces and cried. Frankie
thought he couldn't breathe. The young prince watched with a stern look on
his face, not wavering from the violent scene. He stood erect and regal in
his white robe, his princely headgear and his sandals. When the lashings
were over, Hamed approached the eunuch, undid the ropes around his wrists,
pulled him to his knees and kissed him.

"Never again, highness," Omar sobbed.

Without a word, the young prince let go of the eunuch and strode out of the
oasis, his sandals leaving their mark on the desert sand. Not young
anymore, Hamed was a prince with power. The lashings proved this. His
position in the ministry proved this. He had to devise a plan of action,
swift and effective. He would start with the source of it all, the slave
market, The Place. Sheikh Fahed. That was his first target and he was
determined to hit hard.

But how?