Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2016 18:38:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 20

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The Prince and his Harem Part 20

By Simon Peter


Ivan and Igor were given the task of monitoring the emails. Hamed kept his
eyes glued to the screen showing images from the hidden camera in The
Place, the slave market where naked slaves, mostly young boys, were paraded
in front of rich sheikhs to be sold. Frankie was busy trying out new
snooping applications, with Rasheed always by his side, learning from the
American. Imre was either fucking the minister or resting.

The Tech Team was busy as ever. Finally Sheikh Ramzi agreed to do something
about the slave trade in the princedom, Jawharet el Khaleej. As minister of
interior, he had the clout. But the price that the TT had to pay to get
Ramzi to agree was Imre's cock. Ramzi couldn't get enough of the Nigerian's
28- centimeter monster cock.

"Do you think that Sheikh Ramzi will ever tire of Imre, Rashi?" Frankie
asked Rasheed as they worked at the console of screens.

"I doubt it, baby," Rasheed answered. "You don't tire of a cock like
Imre's."

"I will never tire of your cock, Rashi," Frankie whispered.

Rasheed squeezed Frankie's butt in response.

Ever since Rasheed was able to penetrate Frankie's virgin ass with his
26-centimeter cock, Frankie became addicted to the Turk. It wasn't just the
physical sensations, for there was always pain when fucking was
performed. Frankie was tight and Rasheed was huge. Rather, it was the
emotions involved in the sexual act. The Turk really cared for Frankie and
the American adored Rasheed. Frankie was only concerned about the time when
he had to leave Al Jawhara and go back to the States for college. This was
still a couple of months ahead, but Frankie knew that he had to make a
tough decision soon: college or Rasheed.

"We can Skype and you can come here for vacation," Rasheed had told Frankie
two nights ago after a hot bout of fucking, the two young men sweating.

"But I can't suck your dick on Skype, Rashi," Frankie had said in a shaking
voice. His ass had burned from Rasheed's plowing, and it was seeping cum
onto his thighs.

"With the money that we are making and that Hamed has under his control,
you can fly here every weekend, and then you can suck as much of my cock as
you want," Rasheed ran his hand down Frankie's smooth face cheek
lovingly. "I love you."

"Hey, boys," Ivan called from across the room which was the TT's
headquarters in the ministry.

Hamed, Frankie and Rasheed looked over to where Ivan and Igor were working.

"What is it?" Hamed asked.

"We have gotten into some correspondence between Sheikh Fahed and what it
looks like a drug dealer in Eastern Europe," Ivan said.

"Drugs? I didn't realize that Fahed was into drugs as well," the prince
knotted his eyebrows.

"He runs a slave place and you think he wouldn't get into drugs?" Igor
smiled. "I bet he also runs alcohol smuggling and regular prostitution
businesses."

"Shit!" Hamed said scratching his head. "This complicates the situation. We
don't want to get into issues of smuggling and shit like that. All I want
is to stop the slave trade in the princedom."

"That shouldn't be difficult," Frankie said as they stood around Ivan and
Igor's work station, Rasheed holding Frankie from behind, his arms around
the American's waist and his crotch pressed on the American's behind.

"I know," the prince said. "We have enough material to start making a move
against The Place and Sheikh Fahed. But if drugs and alcohol and
prostitution are involved, we will have trouble. Lots of trouble. Better we
wait for a while."

"Yes, I agree," Rasheed said, pressing against Frankie's firm butt muscles
and developing an erection.

"We could hold back until we clear things and have a look at the whole
picture."

"You taking pictures?" Imre's voice came from the door as the Nigerian
entered the room.

Imre had just finished dumping yet another load into the minister's
ass. But he looked thinner and signs of weariness were visible on his
handsome black face.

"Hey, Imre," Hamed greeted the Nigerian. "There are new developments that
we need to consider."

"And I thought that fucking your minister will come to an end soon," Imre
complained.

"Well, baby, I guess your dick has to keep working overtime," Hamed
laughed.

"Look at the poor boy," Ivan said. "He has become as skinny as a
stick. Even his dick is thicker than his waist."

"And," Igor added, "the minister is getting fatter! From Imre's semen!"

There was hilarity at Imre's expense, who scowled, but moments later fell
into louder laughter, holding his crotch.

"So what's up, fuckers? Have you found anything of value or are you leaving
it all up to my cock?" Imre sneered.

"Oh, baby," Hamed grabbed Imre and kissed him on the lips, groping his
crotch, "we have all missed your being here with us. I have missed this hot
tool of yours which you have been sacrificing for the benefit of the TT."

"Fuck the TT," Imre said amiably. "When do I get to fuck the prince?"

"Any time, baby," Hamed said, still massaging the snake-like cock under
Imre's white robe.

"Come on, boys," Ivan reminded the others, noting that Frankie and Rasheed
and Hamed and Imre were getting frisky, "we have to decide whether we are
going to go after the drug and alcohol smuggling or not. We don't want to
waste our time on this shit if we are only going after the slavers."

"Tell you what, Ivan," Hamed said, his voice getting throaty as Imre licked
the side of his neck, and Imre's cock elongated and hardended under the pal
of his kneading hand. "Why don't we all take a break and go rest a bit in
the oasis?"

"Mmmm," moaned Rasheed, grinding on Frankie's butt, "sounds like a golden
plan."

"And feels like a steel rod at my butt!" Frankie said, his ass twitching
like crazy.

"Come on," Igor prodded Ivan. "Let's go fuck, baby."

"Imre? Are you staying? Has your minister had enough black cock for today?"
Ivan called to the Nigerian as they were closing up.

"He will never have enough," Imre said. "But I need my prince."

In the oasis. Under the palms trees. Off with the clothes. Into the
water. Splashing and laughing and kissing and groping. Soon enough, the six
boys were coupled. However, this time, it wasn't the usual coupling. Imre
went for Frankie, Hamed for Ivan and Igor for Rasheed. The sex among this
group was by no means exclusive. The couples soon became threes, then
fours, then the whole six at each other.

It was amazing how meshed Hamed's harem and the American were
becoming. They loved each other no matter what. The prince's assassination
attempt, Frankie's quick reaction that saved Hamed's life, and the joint
objective of abolishing slavery in Al Jawhara, all this brought them
together like no other group. In spite of their young age, they were mature
and responsible. They were also very smart, learning the ropes from
Frankie. Not to mention that they were insatiable sexually.

Thanks to Master Houman, the old Indian tutor, the boys were empowered with
high values and a deep perspective of what was right and what was wrong.

To them, sexing each other together, whether in groups or in pairs, was
normal, and they enjoyed each other without guilt or jealousy. The prince
was blessed. As he felt Ivan's rim muscle tighten around his cock, he
closed his eyes and thanked the Almighty. His fucking of Ivan was deep and
emotional. When he felt something hard slipping into his crack, he sped his
thrusts, not caring whose cock was going to enter him. He exploded inside
Ivan as the boy cock behind him penetrated his ass and slid deep into his
willing young body.

The boys fucked for almost two hours before they dropped into the pond,
exhausted and sweaty and full of semen. They regarded each other for a
short while, beautiful and naked and young, and as if on cue, they reached
for the nearest one next to them and resumed their sexing.

It took the TT almost two months to get ready for the
attack. Coincidentally, it was also time for Frankie to head back home to
start college.

"It's for the best, Frankie," the prince said comfortingly. "We will not
only miss your expertise, but we will miss your ass, right Rasheed?"

Rasheed was on the verge of tears, holding onto Frankie tightly. He nodded
and brushed Frankie's neck with his lips.

"I'm going to miss you, you American bastard," he said chokingly.

The boys were in Hamed's tent. Frankie was scheduled to leave the princedom
after two days.

"Let's have a farewell party," suggested Imre, who had just gotten back
from the minister's house after fucking his ass, yet again.

"Yea, let's," Ivan and Igor instantly agreed.

"We could," Hamed said. "It will have to be tomorrow evening. Frankie
leaves day after tomorrow in the afternoon."

"Where shall we have it?" asked Ivan. "Here? In the tent?"

"I was thinking," the prince said, "that maybe we need to have a gala
party: the mother of all parties."

The other five boys were enthusiastic. They all agreed that they needed
space. The tent was too small, so was the oasis.

"In the villa, then," Hamed said. "And I will invite my uncle and Sheikh
Ramzi."

"Oh, NO!" groaned the other boys in unison.

"I will cut off my dick and feed it to the dogs if Ramzi is invited," Imre
glared at the prince.

"That'll be the day," Frankie laughed. "The dogs will all be poisoned!"

They all roared with laughter.

"Look," finally Hamed said calmly, maintaining his princely attitude that
was developing day after day.

"They are power. Power that we need. They will also bring their harems with
them."

The opposition at this was fierce. Shouts of "no way," "you have to be
joking," "fuck that," and so on reverberated in the tent.

"Hold on," Hamed said not losing his composure. "You are not aware of this
yet, but my uncle told me that both he and Sheikh Ramzi have given their
slaves the option to stay or to leave. Those who decided to leave were
given the necessary papers prepared by Ramzi and put on board of flights to
wherever they wanted to go, with handsome sums of money in their pockets."

"Really?" Rasheed asked. "They did that? Both your uncle and Sheikh Ramzi?"

Hamed nodded. The boys went silent, their eyes wide, no believing their
ears. Even the slimy minister had set his slave harem free.

"What about those who stayed?" asked Frankie. "Did anyone stay?"

"Yes," Hamed said. "Three gay boys were too attached to my uncle and wanted
to remain. Also, two of Sheikh Ramzi's boys, gay, thought that life here
was much better than where they had come from.

The funny thing was that Ramzi's boys put so many conditions on the
minister that he had better hired escorts than kept those boys. But he
finally relented and let them stay under their conditions."

Rasheed was considering, "What kind of conditions, Hamed?"

"Well," Hamed started counting on his fingers. "First, they are to be given
legal citizenship papers and passports in Al Jawhara. They also demanded
that they be given a monthly stipend. And apartments in the city. And leave
to come to Ramzi's villa to fuck him whenever they desired not when Ramzi
beckoned for them. Finally, and listen to this, boys, Ramzi's slaves
demanded that the minister quit Imre! No more Imre's cock up the minister's
ass!"

Whoops of amazement and joy replaced the earlier resentment, except for
Imre, who sat on a cushion, frozen, eyes wide, no expression on his
handsome face.

"Imre?" Hamed held the Nigerian. "Are you all right?"

Slowly, Imre turned his face toward Hamed. "You know how I love you all,
and how I adore you, Hamed," he told the prince. "But I just cannot believe
that Ramzi agreed not to get fucked by me."

Frankie and Rasheed jostled each other and leered at Imre. "So much for the
biggest cock in the group. Not even the slimy minister wants it anymore."

Laughter. Teasing. Imre was almost in tears. Hamed kissed him and held him
and consoled him.

"Remember, baby. It is I who you should care whether I love your dick or
not. I'm in love with you and in love with your cock, and with your ass,
and with all of you, you stupid asshole bitch."

Later, after the meeting broke, Hamed and Imre made passionate love like at
no other time before.

They spent the whole night in each other's arms.

It was decided that the two sheikhs and their freed slaves be invited to
the party.

"This should be torturous to Ramzi to watch Imre's cock busy inside someone
else's hole," Rasheed joked.

Actually, there was no end to the jokes, until Imre shushed them all and
declared: "It is my wish that my name be tattooed on Frankie's butt before
he leaves, as a farewell gift."

Frankie was shocked. Imre's name tattooed on his butt? How could he ever
explain the tattoo in the future? He looked at Rasheed for help. "Rashi, do
something," he begged his lover.

"And since we all get to fuck Frankie tomorrow night," Imre added, "we will
give him the tattoo before he boards the plane."

In spite of Frankie's protests and Rasheed's attempts at trying to make
Imre, Hamed, Ivan and Igor change their minds, it was decided that Frankie
will get the tattoo.

Preparations started immediately for the mother of all partied the
following evening.