Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2016 14:07:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and His Harem Part 5

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The Prince and His Harem Part 5

By Simon Peter


Note: This part of "The Prince and his Harem" was inspired by a very dear
friend, Nat, who was able to follow the turns of the preceding four parts
and who suggested what will follow here and in Part 5.

Nat: Thank you. Simon Prince Hamed was in bliss.

Never in his fourteen years had he experienced such pleasures. His
pleasures used to be centered on football and ice cream and video
games. Now he had turned to cocks and asses. More importantly: to
Robert. He loved the English young man with a passion that he could not
explain. Robert loved him back, or at least that was how he felt with his
tutor.

Since the day of his fourteenth birthday a few weeks ago, when his uncle,
Sheikh Nahed, surprised him with this English escort to tutor him on the
pleasure of manhood, young Hamed was getting more and more adept at
understanding his body and the urges that he felt. Robert was supposed to
tutor him into the ways of gay sex. Not that he needed much tutoring. His
ignorance was over-ridden by his enthusiasm. He was now a man by the
standards of his tribe. Whenever a boy started to get erections, especially
if the boy was as hung as Hamed was at this age, and as soon as his spasms
turned to actual ejaculation of semen, he was considered a man.

Coming of age in Hamed's tribe meant supplying the youngster-turned-man
with a string of female houris. But Hamed was not interested in females, no
matter how delicious they tried to be. Before the advent of Robert, the
young prince had been more interested in the hunk of a slave he had, Omar
the eunuch. His uncle had sensed this. Sheikh Nahed had taken the
responsibility of Hamed's well-being since the boy's parents died of a car
accident three years before.

Robert was a life-changing presence for Hamed. The young prince could not
stand being away from the Englishman for one second. He would fret and kick
and swear until Robert appeared, at which time he would turn into sweet
jelly. Robert reciprocated by gentle touching and kissing and groping. It
went without saying that they fucked constantly, discovering new ways and
techniques to enhance their love making.

"Hello, beautiful," Robert said as he walked into the tent where Hamed was
reclining on the silk cushions, his white robe showing that he was naked
under it, the dark skin of his body revealed through the cotton fabric, as
well as his pronounced crotch, outlining his impressive dick and balls.

"Beautiful?" Hamed sighed, stretching, arching his back, his young lank
body inviting and sensual. "You are my sun and stars, Englishman. You are
my magnet. You are my love."

It was only from a fourteen-year-old kid, totally in love, that these words
would come out. Omar the eunuch, standing in the corner of the tent,
smiled. He totally approved of this relationship, watching the young prince
become a man and experiencing "love."

Robert basked in this flow of emotions. As far as he is concerned, he did
love the young prince. He loved the attention. He loved the money and
presents. But most of all, he loved the appreciation that the young boy
showed when Robert fucked him. As an escort, back in England, emotions had
been outside the equation. His fucking had been a profession with no place
for feelings. It had been purely physical. His attractive physique and his
impressive manhood equipment had paid off when the rich Sheikh contracted
him to come here, to this hot desert, to tutor his kid nephew. At first,
Robert accepted because of the money only. The Sheikh had made him an offer
he couldn't refuse. Now, Robert had developed decided feelings for the
young prince.

Robert bent over and kissed Hamed on the lips. The prince immediately
reached out and grabbed the Englishman's crotch, feeling the cock inside
the shorts. He just couldn't help himself. The English cock attracted him
like a magnet.

"When will you get used to wearing a dishdash instead of these stupid
shorts?" Hamed complained, rubbing the cock and balls through the fabric,
his own dishdash tenting with the inevitable erection.

Robert laughed, arching his back to allow the young boy to massage his
crotch.

"It wouldn't do for me to walk around with my dick revealed to all, would
it?" he said, his cock starting to erect.

"Do you love me?" Hamed said, his eyes glaring at Robert with both passion
and indecision, his hand grabbing Robert's cock and balls.

"I love you, Hamed," Robert asserted, undoing his shorts buttons.  His
8-inch uncircumcised cock popped out, already glistening. Hamed instantly
gobbled the erection. He had technique now. He was able to deep throat his
lover. Although he was still practicing, he made sure to follow Robert's
instructions regarding deep throating. Closing his eyes, he slowly went
down all the way to the base, allowing for his breathing and swallowing,
pursed his lips tightly around the hard shaft, his nose buried in the pubic
hair but clear enough to breathe, his head lifted at an upward angle to
clear the passage of the cock shaft down his throat opening, his throat
muscle contracting on the cock head, massaging it, his wet tongue sliding
up and down the shaft.

Robert shivered with the sensations streaming from his cock and nuts. The
boy was a good student. A couple of minutes later, as Hamed alternating
between deep throating and sliding the cock in and out of his mouth between
pursed lips, Robert shot his first load for the day. It was fairly fast for
an escort who could control his ejaculation. With Hamed, he just let go.

"That was quick," Hamed smiled up at Robert, smacking his lips.

"You are becoming an expert cock sucker," Robert sighed, tucking his dick
inside his shorts.

"And I love you," Hamed repeated, struck by the beautiful young man
standing in front of him, pulling the foreskin down and licking the shiny
cock slit.

Omar cleared his throat, a smirk on his lips.

"Fuck you, Omar," the young prince addressed the eunuch, still holding onto
Robert's softening cock.

"As if you haven't sucked cock!"

"Master prince," Omar bowed, still smirking, "but you are the expert."

Hamed smiled. "Thanks to my love. He made me the expert." The young boy
kissed the cock he was fisting.

The prince looked up at the face of the Englishman with adoration. However,
he sensed something different today. Usually, Robert would lie next to him
and make love to him, gently and slowly, taking his time, exploring every
inch of his teen body.

This morning, Robert had just stood in front him, had presented his cock
for sucking, and had shot his load within a few minutes.

"What is it, my love?" Hamed asked, his voice starting to shake, fear
gripping his stomach.

Robert sighed and lay down on the cushions, next to the boy, spooning him,
arms around his waist, lips at his neck.

"Nothing for you to worry about, baby," he whispered in the boy's ear,
nudging his crotch at the boy's butt.

Robert had just come from Sheikh Nahed's villa. The Sheikh had commended
him for doing such a good job with the nephew, but he thought that now
Hamed was tutored enough. Besides, Robert's visa was about to expire and
the sheikh was not going to apply for an extension. Robert had been asked
to fly out of the princedom the next day.

With a very fat check to augment his now-very impressive bank account, but
with a heavy, empty heart, Robert needed to break the news to the
love-struck young boy in his arms.

Robert hesitated as he pressed on the prince's firm butt, feeling his cock
erecting again. Hamed moaned and ground back on Robert's crotch. Omar
watched from the corner of the tent, his own crotch tenting.

Robert held the boy tighter, lifting his dishdash up to his waist, exposing
the dark-skinned butt. His hand reached around for the teenage cock. It was
already hard and throbbing. He fisted it with one hand and managed to pull
down his shorts with the other. His cock slid inside the boy's
crack. Hamed's moans got louder as he felt the hardness between his naked
thighs, rubbing in and out slowly, seductively.

Robert turned Hamed's head around and worked on his mouth as his cock
prodded the ass crack grinding back into his crotch. With every thrust
between the boy's thighs, Robert felt the twitching of the tight
asshole. Robert loved the boy dearly, but he knew that Hamed was going to
be heart-broken.

Very gently, Robert entered the prince's body.

Hamed bit on Robert's lower lip as his young tight ass stretched for the
invading cock.

"I love you, Robert, I love you, I love you, Robert, I love you," the
prince repeated as more cock slid inside his body. He pushed back, hungry
for the whole shaft to fill him. He got used to the pain of anal
penetration. Robert had technique and never forced himself onto the teenage
prince. In sync with his slow, deep fucking, Robert stroked the boy's hard
dick. He could feel his young lover turning to jelly in his arms. His mouth
never stopped the kissing and licking and nibbling as his fucking tempo
increased.

Robert exploded, filling the young prince with semen. Hamed squeezed with
all his strength on the spewing cock, milking it, and simultaneously
squirting into Robert's stroking hand. Omar shot all over the floor of the
tent as he watched the fuck scene.

They lay together in the same position, Robert still spooning Hamed, still
inside him, still licking and kissing him.

"I need to tell you something, my prince," Robert whispered, nibbling on
the boy's ear.

"What is it, my love?" Hamed whispered back, his eyes closed, his body
still shaking with the intensity of the fucking and his own ejaculation.

"I have to leave," Robert said, his heart pounding with anxiety for the
boy.

"Leave?" the boy's voice went up one level in pitch. "What do you mean
leave?"

Robert's cock slid out of the boy, but he kept the embrace, pressing his
slimy crotch on the boy's back.

"Go back to England."

Hamed jumped up with a start. Careless about Robert's semen seeping out of
his ass onto his thighs, Hamed screamed, "You can't. You CAN'T!  Fuck FUCK
FUCK YOU CAN'T!"

Robert stood up hitching up his shorts and grabbed the shaking
youngster. He pulled him forcefully into a hug. "I have to, baby. I love
you, my prince, but I must leave. Tomorrow."

Hamed was incoherent, between exclamations and sobbing, he kept repeating
"can't... can't..."

For a while, shaking like a leaf, Hamed was inconsolable no matter how hard
Robert tried. Finally, Omar approached with a glass of some light brown
liquid in a glass.

"Here, highness. Drink this."

Hamed broke from Robert and gazed at the eunuch. With a sudden move, he
slapped the glass away, the liquid splattered all over. "Get the fuck
out. Bitch. GET OUT! FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

Hamed's face was covered with tears, his body shaking. "Please,
Robert. Tell me you're not serious.

Why? WHY? What have I done to make you leave? Whatever it is, I'm sorry,
sorry, SORRY! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!"

At this moment, Sheikh Nahed entered the tent. "Boy," he admonished the
prince. "Settle down. Get hold of yourself. Robert's contract is finished
and he has to leave the princedom."

Still shaking, Hamed regarded his uncle with an incredulous look. "But
Uncle, I want him to stay. Please arrange for Robert to stay. Uncle?
Please?"

Sheikh Nahed needed to teach the boy a lesson in self-control. Princes
should be able to get hold of their emotions.

"Robert goes back to his country. Tomorrow. That's settled."

With a shriek, the young boy lifted his dishdash and dashed out of his tent
onto the searing heat of the desert. He ran, blinded by his tears, shaking
with rage.

Stumbling over the sand, Hamed ran, mindless of his hostile surroundings,
heading for the oasis, the place where he and Robert had had the most
intense sex ever.

Robert moved to follow the boy but was held back by the sheikh.

"No, Robert. Let him deal with it. He is now a man."

"But, your highness, Hamed is still a teenager. Even with a man's cock, the
prince is a boy. Let me go and try to make it easier for him."

"I said no. Now go and pack. Your plane leaves first thing in the
morning. Don't show yourself here anymore. If you need sex, go to my
place. There are plenty of boys there to please you. But most importantly,
leave the prince alone."

Hamed walked back slowly to his tent, spent, tired, heart-broken, feeling
miserable. He had spent the whole night lying on the sand, butt-naked,
crying and heaving, napping between bouts of anger and hurt. He would have
killed anyone had they appeared in front of him. The rage was still there,
but he had decided to act instead of cry.

Storming into the tent, he shouted for the eunuch.

"Your Highness. I was concerned about you."

Hamed slapped the Omar's face, hard. "Shut up, you fuck! Only speak when I
address you."

Omar bowed. "Yes, your Highness," he whispered.

Hamed kicked at the sand, sending it all over the tent, and then he forced
himself to control his rage.

Act. Do not cry.

"Has Robert left?" he asked the eunuch, his voice forced back to normal.

Omar nodded, still bowed in front of the young prince.

"Go to my uncle's house and bring me two of his boys... no, three... bring
FOUR fucking boys."

"Yes, Highness," the eunuch said. "Can I get you something to eat?"

Hamed responded with another hard slap across the eunuch's face. "Speak
when I command it. I told you. I will not repeat. Now, go."

Around fifteen minutes later, four boys and the eunuch entered the tent.

Hamed was reclining against the cushions in his now crumpled dishdash. He
looked totally disheveled.

He watched the four boys bow in front of him.

"Disrobe," Hamed commanded.

The boys stood naked. They were used to being used! They obeyed.

None of them was a sweet and sexy as Robert, Hamed was thinking.

"Omar. Get naked also."

Omar did. Unlike the boys, Omar was already erected. For a eunuch, he had
quite an appetite for sex, and the four boys looked extremely delicious.

"Suck cock, Omar."

The eunuch dropped to his knees in front of the naked boys and started on
their dicks, moving from one to the other, until he got them all hard and
dripping of spit. Every time Omar reached for his own erection to stroke
it, the prince kicked him on the butt and ordered him not to touch himself.

Again, one after another, the boys ejaculated into the eunuch's sucking
mouth. Hamed lay watching, lethargic, not even developing an erection.

"Leave," he ordered.

Alone, he heaved and went through another bout of crying. He couldn't help
himself. He already missed the Englishman. Why would his uncle be so cruel?
He knew that Robert cared for him. It was his uncle's decision, not
Robert's.

Don't cry! Act, you wimp!

Hamed, with the help of Omar the eunuch, was on a flight to London. It had
taken him a few hours to secretly arrange for the trip. Omar already knew
Robert's address in England, but the eunuch categorically refused to let
the prince leave alone. No matter what tantrums Hamed had thrown, Omar
would not budge. He would accompany the prince.

They landed in London and drove straight to the hotel. The suite was
luxurious with a breath-taking view of the city. But Hamed cared not for
the view, not for the suite, not for the fucking city. He wanted
Robert. Tears were streaming down his smooth face as he watched Omar trying
to contact Robert.

"Prayers to the Almighty. Find my love. I want my love," he kept muttering
as he went onto his knees in the middle of the suite, in teary prayer.

"Here he is, Highness," Omar told the boy, handing him the phone.

Hamed gulped down his tears and took the phone in shaking hands.

"Robert? Robert? Hello, Robert, is that you?" he said chokingly, trying not
to sound whiny.

"Prince Hamed?" came the sweet voice of the young prince's lover through
the earpiece like manna from heaven.

"Robert, oh, Robert, come to me. I love you. Oh, I wait for
you. Come. Now. I love you, Robert."

"My prince," Robert said. "I told you yesterday that I couldn't stay. I
can't come to you. I'm in London."

"So am I. Oh, my Robert. I'm here, in London, here. Come, come. Come."

Robert was aghast. What did this young prince want? Marry him? Following
him to London! Robert liked the kid. He loved fucking his tight boy
hole. But this was getting pretty sticky. Robert was not the one to be tied
down, definitely not to an oil boy-prince. Also, he couldn't afford losing
the rich prince and his rich uncle.

"Give me the address," Robert said. He could treat the boy to a couple of
days in London, show him the sights, fuck his brains, and send him back to
his desert.

Hamed gave the phone back to Omar, unable to breathe. "Tell him where we
are. Tell him we can send a limousine for him. Tell him. Tell him." Hamed
was squeaking, but he couldn't help it. Hearing Robert's voice sent his
body into convulsions, of love and of pain.

Robert walked into the suite and the young boy ran into his arms. Robert
held the boy tightly and their mouths met with a hungry kiss, as if they
hadn't seen each other in years. It had been only less than a day ago that
Robert's cock had been buried inside Hamed's body, filling the prince with
his semen.

"Oh, I love you, Robert. Oh, why did you leave? I love you," Hamed covered
the escort's face with boy kisses. Omar watched discreetly, starting to get
a boner.

The ensuing half hour or so was intense and violent. Robert's
deep-throating the kid was forceful, his fucking the prince's ass
merciless. Hamed basked in this intense sex with his lover.

Because Hamed was under age, Robert couldn't get him into the bars and
clubs of London.

"Pay them," the young prince pouted. "A thousand. TEN thousand. My uncle
told me that everyone can be bought."

"Except minors in a bar or a gay club," Robert smiled, stroking the young
prince's smooth face cheek.

"You understand, my prince," Robert added, "that you will have to go back
to your country in a few days, right?"

"But I want to stay with you. I want to marry you. I LOVE YOU."

It took a lot of cajoling to convince the prince that it wasn't going to
work. Finally, with a face covered with tears, the boy said goodbye in
Heathrow airport and returned to his tent.

In his rage, Hamed found some solace with his uncle's boys. But he needed
his own harem. Only a dozen or so would perhaps replace a small piece of
his love for Robert. If he can't have the Englishman, the prince can have
his own boy harem. A thousand of them!

With the help of Omar, Hamed set out to plan for his boys.