Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2005 00:36:33 -0500
From: Eric Paris <thephantom69@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Last Prince: Part I

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The Prince stormed into his study, the heavy wooden doors thudding loudly
against the stone wall.  He swept across the room and grasped a bottle of
wine, a pewter goblet, his pipe, and threw himself into his chair.  He was
frustrated, irritated, annoyed, and mad.  And whenever he felt frustrated
etc, a goblet of wine and a steadying, pensive smoke was his fall back
remedy.

	"Fools!" he said aloud, though to no one in particular.

	For a day and a night he had been arguing with his advisors and generals
about the alarming number of predator creatures that had been springing up
all around the kingdom of late.  Families were being torn apart as brothers,
sons, and fathers were disappearing left and right.  Ogres, Sneksen,
Gierbats, and even dragons were roaming about the country side, killing
women, eating children, and taking boys and men to places unknown.

	"Cowards..." he grumbled to himself.

	It was perfectly obvious that this was no freak occurrence.  This was
clearly planned.  It was too sudden, too wide-spread... a chaos too perfect.
  This was a war, and the first strike had been made by a silent foe.  The
enemy.  The creature.

	He knew that It was behind these events.  And he knew his generals knew it
too.  He knew his advisors felt it, deep down.  But they were too cowardly
to act.  They were too foolish to see that doing nothing meant their own
destruction.  They were cowardly fools, and that was all there was to it.

	Lempo, his page boy, had been watching him silently from a corner.  He had
seen him enter, and felt it was wiser to let him calm down before he
approached him.  He loved his master deeply.  He had been his servant for 3
years now, and cherished every moment of it.  He was 13, his voice just
starting to crack.  The young Prince was 19, though he looked more like 16.
The Prince's Father had been killed recently by Sneksen.  Lempo's Father was
mortally wounded, defending the King.  They  had only just defeated a dragon
of immense size, and both were burned and wearied when they were overwhelmed
by the pack of vicious snake men.  It had been a week, and yet the young
Prince refused to accept the crown for at least another month out of
respect.
The Prince rubbed his eyes and sighed, taking a deep drink from his goblet.
Lempo ventured a step toward him.

The Prince looked up to him, and smiled slightly.  "Lempo...  love"

Lempo blushed, and looked concerned.  "Nalian... You worry so much..."

Prince Nalian sighed heavily, and replied, "I have much to worry about."

Lempo took a step closer.  "Nalian, you need to sleep...  How about a hot
bath and some oil for your back?  I know you've been hunched over papers all
day, arguing with those people... You should be calm for a while."

The Prince looked at Lempo.  He loved him, truly.  The boy was beautiful, to
be sure.  He had a shining mop of golden blond hair, adorning the most
adorable, kindest, sweetest face a boy could have.  His eyes were deep blue,
and seemed to shine with love.  His smile... it could melt his heart
instantly.  Lempo had a heart that was bursting with affection for him, and
he could not help but become enthralled with the boy.

"Lempo, I really must think... I have work..."

Lempo leaned in and kissed him.. ever so gently...

Nalian felt his heart flutter, and his voice faded into a satisfied breath.
As he gazed into his eyes, he felt himself falling into their beautiful blue
depths, and loving it.
"Oh very well, if you insist..."

"I do, My Lord."

Lempo pulled Nalian out of his chair toward his chamber.  He locked the door
behind him, and began to fill an enormous bath with hot water.  In between
buckets, he would add a bit of a creamy white liquid from a flask.  It
filled the bath with bubbles, and smelled of mild flowers and butter.

All the while, the Prince watched the beautiful boy work.  The steam made
his white shirt stick to his body, his little nipples showing through the
thin material.  His hair stuck to his forehead, giving him the cutest look.
He slowly began to take off his robes.
Lempo finished drawing the bath just as the prince finished unlacing his
shirt.  He rushed over to help him pull it off.  He enjoyed doing this,
because he was able to smell his scent, and see his nipples up close.  He
would always let his hand brush his stomach and breasts as he took it off.
He then aided him untying his pants, and loosening them, he slowly let them
fall to the floor.  As he did so, he ran his hands over the princes bubble
bum, and took in the intoxicating scent of his hot manhood.  He was face to
face with his cock, only half hard, and his huge ball sack.

He licked his tongue just once over the tip of his penis, tasting a single
drop of his precum.  He then guided the Prince into the bath.

The Prince shuddered in pleasure at the sweet tongue of Lempo giving his
penis that little taste.
The Prince felt the water rising up his leg, then the other, up his thigh,
and finally... the sensation of warm water encompassing his cock and
balls... the water had a slightly oily feel to it from the creamy white
liquid.  He felt it warm his asshole... up his back and stomach, up to his
chest, finally his hairless armpits, and then, all the way in.

When he arose to the surface, he whipped his brown hair back over his head.
He looked up at Lempo.  "Lempo, you must take off that shirt, you're
sweating."

Lempo smiled sheepishly, and peeled the material from his frame.  His upper
body naked, warm, and beaded with sweat and steam.  Nalian looked up at him,
adoring him.

Lempo looked into his eyes longingly.

Nalian reached up and began pulling down Lempo's pants.  Lempo helped him
untie the string, and let the Prince peel the velvet material to the floor.
He stood above him, completely limp.  A small penis, with rather good sized
ball sack.

The Prince extended a soapy warm wet arm and hand and rubbed his leg.  His
hand roamed around to feel his ass.  He rose his body from the water, so
that his face was level with Lempo's boy penis.  Looking into his eyes, he
licked the underside of his balls.

Lempo looked down, cocking his head to the side in pleasure, his mouth
opening with a slight smile... a look of pure bliss spreading across his
face.

Nalian then sucked his entire sack with both balls into his mouth, rolling
each testacle around with his tongue, sucking gently on the whole thing.

"Mmh!" gasped Lempo, his voice high-pitched.  His body swayed and he placed
his hands on Nalian's head, steadying himself.

Nalian's finger, soaped up, then began to rub in little circles around
Lempo's ass hole.  It slowly began to wriggle around at the surface, making
Lempo's breath catch in his throat, high pitched "ah!"'s softly sounding
above him.  His finger finally slipped into his little boy hole, and wriggle
around inside him.  His balls were still being tongue rolled and sack sucked
by Nalian's hot saliva filled mouth.

His growing penis rested on Nalian's right eyelid.

Nalian began to suck his sack down toward him.  Lempo let his body be guided
downward.  He slipped his feet and legs into the hot water, Nalian's finger
never leaving his hole, and his sack still in his mouth.  He now sat on
Nalian's finger, wriggling onto it, clenching his ass around him.

Nalian finally gave a good tongue roll, and with a goodbye suck, let Lempo's
testicle sack slip out of his mouth with a slight pop.  They flopped down
onto the skin between his hole, saliva dripping and oozing off them.

Now Nalian sucked/licked into his mouth Lempo's penis, like a thick noodle.
He rolled his tongue around his head, and then in circles down his neck,
reaching the bottom, then back up again.
Lempo simply looked down in bliss at his love giving him such immense
pleasure, and breathed.  His stomach expanding and falling quickly.

Nalian's tongue suddenly flicked up his body to his nipples, sucking on them
and nibbling them gently.  He then prodded his neck and face with his nose,
until they both locked lips, their tongues thrashing wildly about in their
mouths, arms wrapped about each other, Nalian's finger wriggling around
inside Lempo.

Finally Lempo sipped into the water with him, and pushed Nalian out.  He now
sat on the edge, like Lempo had done.  He took in his fully erect cock,
deepthroating it, with one swift motion.  He swallowed his dick into that
sweet little mouth.  His lips locked around the base of his shaft, as his
tongue rubbed his penis diligently inside his mouth.  Pulling off him, he
sucked each testicle into his mouth, sucking on each one individually,
rolling it around his tongue.  Finally, he licked downward, and his tongue
found its way to his asshole.  He licked into his boy pussy, tasting his
musky boy dick flavor.

Coming back out, he face fucked the Prince's proud cock, deepthroating him
completely, taking him in all the way, his golden hair bouncing about his
face.  His big blue eyes looked up lovingly at Nalian.

They floated in a mass of tangled flesh to a shallow part of the bath, and
their two bodies, (now with slick darkened skin from the hot water) slipped
over each other, into a passionate 69.  Their bodies arched and curved into
each other, sucking each other's dick as deeply and hotly as possible.
Their fingers probed each other's asses, like mini tongues wriggling around
inside each other.

Finally, Lempo let out a high pitched sound, like a breathless, blissfull
grunt, and his dick began twitching in Nalian's mouth.  His cum poured into
his mouth, sweet tasting, and plentiful.  It was so hot.

Nalian finally began to cum inside Lempo's mouth.  His balls pressed against
Lempo's eyelids, and he started spurting his hot load of cum for him to
taste.  His hot dick twitched and jerked about, sending spurt after spurt of
hot cum into his mouth, and all over their bodies.  They slipped over each
other in the water, cum lubing them.

"I love you, Lempo."

"I love you, Nalian."

Spurt... spurt. Cum... cum... spurt... spurt.... Cum... hot.. sweet...
juicy.... Cum... cum... spurt...

When Prince Nalian awoke, he was lying on the floor, atop a Princely pile of
silk cushions and sheets, completely naked.  Lempo was kneeling over him,
gently, sensually rubbing oils into Nalian's skin.

He flickered his eyes, and when he reached full consciousness, he realized
he passed out while cumming.  It was so intense.

Lempo's small, gentle fingers worked the oil into him, rubbing it into his
fair, smooth skin.  Lempo was naked except for a small silk cloth tied
loosely around his waist, barely covering past his small yet intense crotch.

Nalian sighed, enjoying the full body massage.  He loved the way Lempo would
rub his nipples with those oil slicked fingers, occasionally giving them a
gentle pinch.  He rubbed the oil into his hairless armpits, down his arms,
even into his hands.

Back to his body.  Lempo rubbed more and more oil into Nalian's stomach,
finally skipping over his penis and testicles.  He started again from his
feet.  He first picked up the Prince's foot and placing the bottom of it
over his chest for leverage, began rubbing his feet.  This was a wonderful
experience, working out the soreness, although sometimes, (depending on
Lempo's mood) ticklish.  Today, he tickled only a little, for it was obvious
his efforts were meant to soothe his troubled Prince.

His skilled hands moved up his ankle, to his calves.  Then his thighs..
inner thighs...
There, he stopped to apply a huge glob of oil to his hands, and then went to
work on the Prince's cock and balls.  He let the main glop of oil hit the
tip of his now growing penis, and let it drip down his shaft. He then worked
it into his head, running a finger between the foreskin and the head, and
into his shaft.  He then gently worked it into his huge balls.  His very
warm nut sack hung down loosely, showing off his throbbing testicles.  He
would pick up one in both hands, and ever so gently, applying just the right
amount of pressure to be pleasurable and not painful, roll it around between
his palms.

Nalian let his head fall back in pleasure, closing his long lashed eyes.

Lempo finally spoke up, noticing the Prince's now throbbing, hard cock
slicked and covered in a thick layer of honey smelling oil.  "My Prince,....
Would it please you to slip into my hole?"
The look of intense desire was evident on Lempo's face, and the Prince
gratefully obliged.  Lempo immediately removed his loin cloth with a tug,
flinging it aside, and rolled onto his back.  He lifted up his legs to his
shoulders, proudly presenting a puckering little warm hole, quivering with
excitement.
The curious thing with Lempo was that he could cum out of his asshole, just
as well as his dick.  Whenever he grew horny, he would start to precum in
his ass, which was always perfectly clean.  And, after just leaving the
bath, his asshole was not only clean, but smelled like good soapy boy.
Nalian couldn't resist tasting his hole.  He leaned over Lempo's crotch, and
after a quick lick about his testicles, ran his tongue down the patch of
skin between his ball sack and bum hole.  Finally, his tongue began running
circles around the sphincter, growing faster and faster, until it at last
licked into his hole.  It seemed to grow inside him, wriggling about, this
way and that, sending intense waves of pleasure coursing throughout Lempo's
body.  He wrapped his slender legs around Nalian's neck and down his back,
the flats of his feet pulling his body closer.

Small, high pitched, "Ah!'s and a-ah!'s" eminated from Lempo as he enjoyed
the bliss of Nalian's tongue inside his hole.

This lasted for five minutes straight, until at last Nalian knelt back up.
Taking up the bottle of oil, he poured an even bigger glob directly into
Lempo's waiting pink boy pussy, and working it into and around his hole with
his fingers.  The rest he began rubbing into Lempo's testicles and penis, as
well as a little on his nipples and armpits.  Lempo wrapped his legs around
Nalian's neck.

Nalian placed his dick head against the small, hot, oil dripping, cum oozing
boy hole of Lempo, and pressed.  He easily slipped into him with a slight
"plop" sound.  He leaned into him, his cock sliding against the walls of
Lempo's inside, sliding deeper and deeper...

Lempo could have cum the instant he felt his head enter into him.  The
feeling of his hole stretching to take in his lover was almost enough to
send him over the edge, but he restrained himself.  He simply exhaled a
great boyish, "h-h-HOoooh!"

When he felt Nalian's balls against his body, their heat and weight pressing
onto him, he clenched his ass muscles around Nalian's cock.

Nalian opened his mouth in sudden pleasure.  He began to slide in and out of
him, exiting completely, then coming back in for a squashy sounding,
plopping entrance back into his lover.  Each time he would feel little
resistance on the way in, but the instant his ball sack slapped against
Lempo's ass, he would feel him clench around his cock.

Lempo loved the feeling of being entered more than being filled.  So that is
how they fucked each other.  Hard, Long, strong sex strokes with a dick into
his boy pussy.

Their pace quickened, and soon they were fucking each other almost
violently.  They each moved to meat each other in perfect rhythm, their
bodies intertwined, Lempo's legs wrapped around Nalian, one aorund his neck,
the other under his armpit, giving his body at a slight angle for deeper
penetration with each fuck thrust.
Finally, They came.

Nalian's cock erupted a stream of scalding hot cum into Lempo's pussy,
filling him, in fact, over flowing from him.  His own cum, mixed with
Lempo's boy pussy cum, leaked out around his dick with each spurt and twitch
of his own cock.

Their lust satiated, Nalian eased himself out of Lempo, his limp cock making
a sexy little squelch as it slipped out of his hole.  Covered in a thick
layer of cum, it drooled still onto the boys ass.  Nalian drifted back into
the water, resting his arms on the edge of the pool, letting the churning
hot water cleanse his cock and balls.

Lempo slipped back into the water, and wrapped his legs around one of
Nalian's, hugging him, and resting his head on his breast.

When he awoke, he was in his four poster bead.  Somehow, he'd managed to dry
off, slip a night robe on, and walk back to his room.  He felt like he'd
been asleep for only a few hours, however, and when he looked through the
high window, he saw the starry sky.

He couldn't remember what had awoken him until he heard it again.  A
high-pitched, strangled scream, coming from the hall outside his bath
chamber, one room over.  He had exceptional hearing, and the stone walls
echoed the sound easily into his ears.

He sprung from his bed, on his feet at once, his long red night robes
slightly twisted from sleep, but otherwise covering him as much as any
normal robe.  His sword was in his hand without him thinking to reach for
it, and as he took his first step away from his bed toward the door, he
heard a terrible, impossible sound.

The sudden soft whistle of an arrow, as it soared through the two-inch slit
window and landed with an ominous thud in his bed, precisely where he had
been sleeping the moment before.
Rushing forward toward the scream, he kicked open the doors to the bath
chamber.  Empty, the torches extinguished.  He dashed across the room to the
double doors that lead to the hallway, his robes sweeping out behind him
like a king's cape, his royal sword glimmering palely in the moonlight
streaming in from the windows.

He smashed through the doors, to behold a horrible sight.

Lempo was lying still on the cold stone floor, a puddle of blood spreading
around him, his body hacked to shreds.
He heard a rustle behind him.

Whirling around, he cut off the hand that meant to knife him, and then the
head of his would be assassin in two fell swipes of his sword.

The knife in the severed hand was bloody.  He had been the one who murdered
Lempo.
Grief sought him, but rage found him first.  He started down the hall.  A
man dressed in black turned the corner at the end of the passageway, facing
him.  He raised a readied bow, and fired.
Nalian thought he was dead, but the window between the two let in a slice of
light, which showed on the tip of the arrow as it soared quickly toward him.
  Nalian raised his sword, and hacked the arrow out of the air before it
struck him in the heart.  Then, he charged, a gutteral roar building in him
as he went, his sword swinging around his side, then over his head, and
finally into the skull of the archer.

As he plowed into his kill, he was suddenly visible to the next hallway.  He
saw the arrow once again as it whistled toward him.  He spun, wrenching his
sword to the side, which was still embedded in the skull of the assassin,
and wrenched the twitching body between him and the arrow.  The thump told
him he was successful, and with a squelch, he ripped his sword from the face
of his kill, and charged down this new threat.  The other dropped his bow
and arrow and unsheathed his sword, taking a step back, but preparing
himself with discipline.

They met with steel, clashing fiercely in the quiet hall.  He forced him
back, and finally parried and blocked, goading him into swinging at him.  He
met his blade, and guided it into the wood of a door.  It stuck, and his
fingers were promptly severed by Nalian's keen blade.  Staggering back,
tripping, he let out a few yelps of pain.  Nalian grabbed him, and thrust
him against the wall, his sword tip at his eye.

He whispered to him dangerously, "How many more, and where?"

A few desperate, informative, blubbering words later, and Nalian's sword
pierced the soft flesh of his eye, running through his brains to the back of
his skull.

Three assassins were left.  Two were waiting on opposite sides of the main
entrance, in hidden perches, with poisoned arrows.  Nalian knew the way to
get to both of them, but he would only be able to sneak up on one.  He
dashed down the halls, down the stairs, and up another flight of stairs,
that lead to a mostly empty hall.  He slipped behind a tapestry, and a
hidden passageway revealed itself.  Silently he crept down the cramped
space, and within minutes, reached his goal.
The assassin held a readied arrow, and he faced downward, overlooking the
main entrance hall.  He was perched awkwardly, leaning forward to give him a
better view of the room.  Nalian silently crept behind him, and kicked him
in the ass, sending him screaming over the edge, falling to his death.  As
soon as he kicked him, he had retreated back to the side of the perch, and
sure enough, in the dark, he saw and heard the clang of the arrow on the
wall from the opposite perch.
He ran quickly to the exit, and managed to reach it before the other
assassins.  He made his way to the entrance hall.  He knew the other
assassin would leave his perch after seeing its vulnerability.  He knew they
would wait to face him off at the entrance.
He was right.

Only there were 4 of them left.  One with the poisoned arrows, two with
swords and another with a dagger.

He slowly approached them, holding his sword out in front of him, regally.
The archer fired his arrow.  This he dodged, ducking and rolling toward
them.

He rose before them, and the man with the dagger was the first to die.  He
cut him across the chest with a wide sweep of his blade.  The next was a
swordsman, though he received an arrow in the back by the archer, as Nalian
had cunningly side-stepped at the right moment, prompting the faulty shot.
He then ran his sword through the heart of the archer, and then there was
only one.
This last one had stepped back from the original fray, watching, as if
amused.  Now he stepped forward, holding his sword before his face, ready
for a straight-forward duel.  Prince Nalian savored the moment, and let him
attack first.

The last assassin was skilled.  However, as Nalian parried and attacked, he
goaded him into over-extending his thrust, and then the fight was over.
Nalian cut the fingers holding the sword, and knocked it out of his grasp.
He pressed his sword tip to the assassin's throat, backing him against the
wall, and screamed, spittle flying out of his mouth, his heart beating like
a massive drum in his chest, pounding, rushing blood through his body, "WHO
HIRED YOU AND WHY?!"

He simply laughed behind his hood.  Nalian ripped it off with his sword,
cutting his face at the same time.  He stared stunned at the face of one of
his advisors.

"You should have seen this coming." he said matter-of-factly.  "We told you
to take the crown.  And it doesn't matter what you do to me.  You're still a
dead man.  Just like your little boy fuck-slave."

He slit his throat, and watched as he choked and gurgled on his own blood.

Realizing that his men had turned against him, he had no choice but to flee.
  He would seek out his answers over time, and exact his revenge.  But it
would take time.  He couldn't hope to have his vengeance if he got himself
killed.

He flew back to his chamber, changed into some plain brown robes, and tied a
pouch of gold around his neck, and retrieved the sheath for his sword,
strapping it around his waist, concealing it within his robes.  Pulling on a
pair of boots, he left without a second glance.

He stopped in the hall, as the power of rage passed through him, and grief
began clawing at him.  He stared at the lifeless, mangled form of Lempo's
body.  He could have stayed.  He could have knelt by his side, wept, and
hugged Lempo one last time.  But no.  In a clarity of mind induced by purest
rage, he left his castle.  The longer he stayed, the better chance he had of
being killed.

He left through a secret door that lead into the forest, and from there, he
made his way through the dark wood.

Somewhere between those trees, grief finally found him.

He knelt at the roots of a great oak tree, and the tears fell from his face.
  He swayed, clutching his head, silently crying fiercely.  Lempo had been
pointlessly, evilly murdered.  He would make all those involved in his death
pay.  Oh so very dearly.

The night was cold, and it seemed to seep into his heart like a dampness
through cloth.  He had no room in his mind for thoughts other than sorrow;
sorrow for his loss of the innocent life of Lempo.

Slowly, reluctantly, he fell into a fitful sleep.

When he awoke, it was to the high-pitched songs of the small white birds
that flew overhead.  He blinked, the sunlight harsh on his bloodshot eyes.
He gingerly rolled over onto his stomach, feeling extraordinarily stiff from
sleeping among the roots, and rose to all fours.  He eventually managed to
rise to his feet, and immediately performed every stretch he knew.  When he
was finished, he finally felt functional, and began picking up his things.
He could hear a brook nearby, but refrained from washing himself.  He had a
plan, and it would be best not to make his true identity known, thus being a
bit dirty would be preferable.  He would walk through the wood to the ferry
on White River, and take it as far North as it would go.  Then, Nalian would
need to travel through the mountains to the Hall of Valhattat, and seek the
wisdom and allegiance of the Chieftain of the Nords.  Only then could he
hope to retake his throne, and at the same time protect his people.

So he started out.  He could tell by the position of the sun which way was
east (to the ferry docks), and that it was almost noon.  He'd slept far
later than he had in a long time.  The last time he'd slept till noon he'd
been spooned behind Lempo....

He shook the thought out of his head.  He could not allow himself to dwell
on his own sorrow.  He had vengeance to seek, and plans to be formulated.
As he walked between the great trees, he tried to think of his plan, but
couldn't seem to plug down the details.  He simply made his way east, as if
sleepwalking, without thinking.

He didn't stop to rest or eat, but he did stop once to hide as he heard
someone approaching along the path.  It came in the opposite direction from
where he was headed.  Stepping off the trail, hiding beside a tree and a
large fern, he crouched absolutely still, and watched as a brown horse came
trotting along.  Both horse and rider looked exhausted, as though both had
been riding throughout the night.  The rider wore a tight-fitting black
robe, and a quiver of arrows hung over his back.  A hood was drawn back, and
the weary eyes swept the landscape along the trail, searching.  Nalian had
no doubt it was an assassin, who somehow must have past him in the night
while he slept, and was doubling back.  He considered throwing his knife
into the killer's neck, and taking his horse, but the horse was spent to
begin with, and he didn't want to make it too obvious where he was headed.

So he waited for over an hour after the rider passed him by, and then
continued on his way.
A large, fiery orange-red sun was setting slowly as he finally reached the
docks, and here he forced himself to be most cautious.  They would be
expecting him.  Still well within the cover of the tree line before the
shore, he unsheathed his sword and checked his reflection in the steel.  He
looked dirty, and his robes were intentionally plain.  His eyes were still
bloodshot, and he had dirt on his nose.  "Good..." he thought.  "Now to
complete the image..."  And with that, he snuck down the hill that led to
the merchants, and swiped a bottle of rum from a cart.  He took a mouthful,
swished it around in his mouth, and messily spit it out, taking care to let
some of it spill on his cloak.  Then, he took a handful of grass, and chewed
it, letting bits of it stick to his teeth.  With a furtive look around, he
checked his reflection in a dagger this time, and suppressing a smiled
toothily back at himself.  "Perfect..." he thought.

With faulting steps, holding his bottle of rum proudly, he staggered down
the dock towards the tall ship.  They normally used a more simple ferry, and
reserved this one for once a month longer voyages, but the ferry had sunk
three days before, so they were using their prime vessel for the interim.
Breathing his fouled breath into the face of the dockman, smiling his
greened teeth at him, he presented a single piece of silver.  This was far
below the price for a ticket, which he well knew, but tried to haggle
anyway.  Feeling like he had put on a convincing enough show, he coughed up
coins he'd purposefully left in different pockets, and grudgingly handed
them over.
His precautions were well worth his efforts, he knew, because standing right
next to the dockman was a tired, surly looking man dressed in a black robe.
However, after taking one whiff of the Princes breath, he made a face, and
turned away, nonplussed.

Taking his small wooden token, he boarded the vessel without detection.

Then, as he was walking across the deck to the entrance to the ship's belly,
he saw a striking sight.

A boy, no more than 14, with smooth, tan skin was climbing a rope ladder
above where Nalian stood.  He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes following
the progress of the boy as he climbed.  His shirt was open in the front,
exposing a smooth chest, and his skinny arms and legs stretched as he moved
up the ropes.  However, his gaze was truly transfixed on the boys penis and
testicles, which dangled between his spread legs, and was completely visible
underneath his tunic-like shorts.

As his head moved up, his hood fell back, exposing his face completely.

He recovered as quickly and calmly as possible, immediately bowing his head
down to resume his steps, but as he did moved into the safety of the
darkness below deck, he distinctly heard a sudden, slight intake of breath
from the man by the side of the boat dressed in black.

That night, he knew the attack would come.  He dumped the bottle of rum,
cleaned his teeth, and cleaned himself thoroughly.  He figured since his
cover was blown, no sense keeping up pretenses.

However, it didn't mean he was giving up.  He had a plan.

But his plan would have to wait until they were well under way.  Until then,
he believed he was relatively safe.  Any good assassin would wait until
everyone was asleep.

That night, he sat and enjoyed a pipe smoke in the main lounge of the
massive ship.  He opened his shirt, cooling off a bit in the warmth of the
night, and rested his feet on a stool.  Then he saw the boy again.

He came in behind a group of the crewmen who had just finished their shifts,
and were intent on enjoying a bit of brandy before retiring.  The boy
followed behind them, and when they went to the bar, he simply walked
tiredly to a corner, and sat down, exhausted.  The boy looked longingly at
some of the passengers who were drinking wine and eating chicken.  He looked
downcast, but still said, "Thank you..." in a soft voice as the cook brought
out a lump of stale-looking bread and a tiny cup of water for him.

Nalian stared at the boy.  His intensely blue eyes were almost glowing.  He
was intensely beautiful, and he felt absolutely terrible for the boys
hunger.  He went to a nearby table, and offered a coin for a leg of chicken
from someone else's plate.  (He didn't trust ordering food himself)  At
another table, he bought someone's glass of wine.  Then, he walked right up
to the boy's table.

"Hullo.  I'm Na-.. er... Corin.  You looked hungry, and I wouldn't suggest
eating that bread.  Here."  He handed the stunned boy the juicy chicken leg
and he goblet of wine.
The boy looked at them, lost for words, and then ate furiously.  Halfway
through his third mouthful of chicken, the boy turned red, and mumbled a
very sincere, "Anku!".  Nalian smiled.  For the first time in what seemed
like forever, his heart felt a slight sensation of warmth at helping this
boy.

Nalian sat down, trying not to stare too bluntly at the beautiful boy.  When
he'd finished, and gulped down the wine like a hard drinker, he said again,
"Thank you, very much sir!  I'm Sasha, the cabin-boy on this ship.  If
there's anything you need on this trip, just let me know, I'll be glad to
repay you."

"You don't need to "repay" me, Sasha.  I just saw you and thought you looked
hungry.  Least I can do.  Tell me, have you been a cabin-boy long?"

"No, sir.  I only just started today.  I helped my father on his ferry, but
it was very different from a sailing ship, sir.  I've already made a lot of
mistakes, and the crew don't like me because I'm too small to do any heavy
lifting.  But I'm actually strong for my size, even though I know I don't
look it.  I'm too skinny, they say.  But I can move fast, and tie any knot
they want."

"Where's your Father?  Does he know they're feeding you stale bread?"

The boy looked down.  "My father drowned on he ferry the other day.  I was
one of the few who managed to swim to shore, and the dockmaster gave me this
job."

Nalian felt terrible for the boy.

"I'm so sorry, Sasha.  I lost my Father not that long ago too."

The boy looked up with his big, blue eyes, and a look of friendship stole
over his face.

"You just take care of yourself.  Don't let these guys push you around.  And
don't let them tease you because you're skinny.  You're beautiful, just the
way you are.  I think you look great skinny."

Sasha blushed, but he grinned despite himself.

That night, Nalian waited for the assassins to come to him.  Then, just as
they entered into his cabin, he barged out, careful not to cut them yet.  He
led them onto the deck, and there he managed to push, kick, punch, and throw
all 3 of them over the side without spilling any blood on the ship.

He returned to his cabin, a feeling of safety steeling over him finally.  As
he opened the door, however, there was someone in his bed.

Sasha was lying on his bed, without his shirt, bare legs spread out, and his
short loincloth riding up very high.  He was eyeing him with those big, blue
shimmering eyes, and his thin stomach and chest rose and fell with every
deep breath.

Then, in his soft voice, he said, "I saw you when you first came onto the
ship.  I know who you are.  You're the Prince, Nalian.  I wont tell anyone,
I swear.  But... I do have to confess,... I spread my legs on the rope on
purpose..." his voice trailed off nervously, as his eyes looked longingly
over Nalian's body.

Nalian closed the door, and let hid robes fall to the floor.  His body
looked 16 years old, though he was 18, and he walked closer to the bed,
naked.

"Thank you, Sasha.  I liked the view."  He grinned, eyeing his smooth legs.

Sasha leaned up, and pulled the loincloth up his body, exposing his small
penis, and low hanging ball sack.  His little but curved firmly, youthfully,
as his hole puckered anxiously.

Nalian leaned down, and ran a hand up his leg.  It felt like warm butter,
perfectly smooth and without a single hair, and Nalian had to taste him.
Kneeling, he guided Sasha's legs to face him at an angle.  Then, he spread
them apart, with his head between them.  Nalian put his lips to Sasha's
inner thigh, and breathed in deeply, smelling a special, ripe, salty scent,
partly from the sea, partly due to Sasha's habit of cumming down his leg.
Nalian seemed to kiss his leg, opening his lips and flicking out his tongue,
gently at first, then making fast, hot, wet circles on his skin.  Sasha
squirmed with pleasure, making a high-pitched "a-awe..." sound.  Nalian's
hand palmed up his body, skipping over his genitals, up his hairless, smooth
stomach and chest, feeling his breath, and the beat of his heart through his
thin frame.  Sasha placed his hand over his, running his fingers down his
arm, over his shoulder, up his neck, and through his soft hair.  Nalian's
eyes swam up his leg, and stopped fast on Sasha's balls.

They were perfect.  They hung down low, the sack entirely soft, shining,
even.  No hair grew there, and each ball was large, filled with Sasha's
thick cum.  They swung loosely, rolling around erotically with each breath
or movement.  His small penis was limp, though it drooled precum down
between each testicle.  It seemed to flex here and there, as if cum were
surging through it.  It was a reddish gold color, and seemed to glow with an
inner radiant heat.  Indeed, as Nalian felt his face drawn closer to it, he
felt it's intense heat upon his face.

Finally, as he ran out of thigh, he opened his mouth, and rolled Sasha's
left testicle with his tongue.  He pressed his lips gently around it,
concentrating on pleasuring this one cum sack.  He closed his eyes, inhaling
his sexy cock scent deeply, tilting his head as he passionately slid his
tongue around all over his ball.

Sasha looked down, opening his mouth, exhaling a breath of pleasure.

Nalian let his left ball slip out his mouth like a mini-plumb, and his
tongue made a detour on his way to the right testicle; it fell down, licking
around his boy cunt.  It tasted like cum, because it oozed cum.  Sasha's ass
was lubricated with cum, like a pussy, completely naturally.
Then, licking his way up the shiny, smooth skin, he lingered on the other
ball.  He sucked him for at least five minutes straight, completely content.
  The feel of that warm testicle, sliding around his tongue, in his mouth,
was incredible.

Sasha squirmed, his body twisting under his hot mouth.  He finally managed
to whisper, "Fuck me, Prince Nalian.  Fill me with your cock... Put it in
me... please..."
He raised his legs, spreading them apart, his ass spread toward him,
waiting, the little pink hole oozing a bit of cum.

Nalian placed the head of his cock on it's slippery surface, and the heat
nearly sent him over the edge.  Then, he leaned forward, and it slipped into
him with a slight plop, sliding inside the hottest, wettest hole he'd ever
felt.

He fucked him, grabbing Sasha's legs, as he plowed his meat into his waiting
ass, Sasha's body shaking with each impact.  Within minutes of their wild
fucking, Sasha began to cum.  His hot load squirted up Nalian's abs and
chest, some even up to his neck, and a few globs made their way into his
open mouth.  As Sasha's erupting cock softened, yet continued to cum, on his
own abs, chest, and neck.  It dribbled down the sides of his tanned upper
body, down the sides of his nipples.

As Sasha twitched with each orgasmic spurt of his cock, his ass clenched,
hugging Nalian's fucking cock.  It was soon too much for Nalian to take, and
he squirted his massive load into his new lover's quivering, firm, young boy
ass.

Still inside of him, still squirting cum into him, Nalian hugged Sasha,
kissed him on his big, soft lips, and the two promptly fell asleep.

It was like being born again.  When Nalian awoke the next morning, he felt
different.  More positive, somehow.  He felt he could handle anything.


And he would need his newfound energy soon...

***That's all for now.  Hope you enjoyed.  Any comments please e-mail at
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