Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 09:35:39 +0100
From: Charles Bryant <Emenos@btinternet.com>
Subject: Re: the-prince-2

THE PRINCE

TWO

Life in the palace was really exquisitely dull. Younas, the prince, spent
whole days doing nothing more than contemplating his lack of achievement
and thinking of the past and all his grievances. He sighed as he stepped
out of the kiosk-transport to be confronted by a line of kow-towing
courtiers. He snapped his fingers at them and they shuffled slowly away
into whatever dim and distant apartments they inhabited, or virtually
inhabited.

As the last echoes of their departure whispered down the long vaulted
corridor, Younas heard the hiss of the kiosk-transport behind him and
turned to see a flushed and disarranged Jubal emerging. The wet sand was
flaking off the boy-clone and the slimy cum from the twins' drenching
climaxes was dripping down his legs. But he was smiling.

Younas took the lad in his massive arms, aroused by the sight. Jubal clung
to him in delight. "Arturo, Jaffar," he gasped, leaning against his prince
and shivering. He pointed to the transporter.

Younas found cum on the boy's ample red lips. He tasted it, licked it
slowly, shared it with the lad in a lingering open-mouthed kiss. Then
pushed him abruptly away and told him to get cleaned up. Jubal bowed and
walked away down the corridor, his big feet slapping on the marble and his
beautifully sculpted hindquarters undulating with shapely muscle.

As he fondly watched the lad's retreating form Younas was aware of a
stirring behind him and a discreet cough. "Chamberlain," the prince intoned
in his deeply resonant voice, "you wanted something?"

He turned to see the chamberlain posed with one arm on hip and a slim case
of memoranda in the other hand. He was a large blond youth with naturally
waved and curled hair reaching to his waist, although the word 'natural'
had little meaning in this place when the chamberlain's form was that
assumed by a very old man. But rejuvenating techniques had taken enormous
strides toward the impossible in the last several decades and the
chamberlain's anomalous appearance went unremarked.

"Prince." He bowed and then slowly straightened. Younas looked down to see
the man's large and shapely privates amply accentuated by the black fishnet
material of his codpiece. A similar material covered the sensuous pecs
whose hairless curves were most aesthetically satisfying. Younas reached
out a large brown hand and massaged them slowly. The chamberlain sighed
with satisfaction.

Younas put his arm around the man's slim waist and walked with him toward
the gilded doors of the private apartments. There they found the lad Jubal,
already cleaned up, in attendance, and the three lay down together on the
massive divan and took wine in goblets encrusted with glittering jewels,
the prince and the chamberlain on either side of the happy boy, touching
and kissing him and each other from time to time.

"I see from your face, Chamberlain, that something is worrying you. You
always have a twitch just here," he touched the man's golden forehead,
"when you are concerned."

The chamberlain took the prince's hand and kissed it on the palm. Then he
smoothed back his golden curls. "It may be nothing, but my feeling is
otherwise. News from your father's carrier, at present pleasure-crusing the
Miloese galaxy, is ambiguous.  The royal counter-seal was not affixed to
the memoranda." He picked the case from the cushions and waved it in
Younas' face.

Younas inspected the slim silver case with the royal symbol fretted in gold
upon its surface. He weighed it in his hand carefully, as if able to read
the contents by touch alone. "My father grows careless in his old age," he
smiled. "I hear he is besotted with his new clone-daughter and is using all
his remaining energy on sex-magic with the shapely maiden."

The chamberlain added in an undertone, "Mmm, the new toy so innocently
dispatched to him by his ever-loving son."

Jubal, at mention of the female element, pulled a comically disgusted face
and hid his head in the chamberlain's bosom while his inquisitive hand
began to massage the fishnet codpiece with considerable dexterity. But
after all, he was only being polite.

"It has always been my prime motive in life to please my father," the
prince noted with theatrical sarcasm. "Otherwise I would long ago have been
consigned to the recycling bin without a thought, as were so many of my
careless brothers."

The chamberlain's hand touched the prince's hand as it lay against Jubal's
shapely thigh. "It is not the king you have to fear, but those who hide
behind his regal presence."

The prince looked into the chamberlain's beautiful eyes. "You mean Akkad?"

"I do. He gathers more and more power to himself. Your father is completely
under his influence."

"I don't think so, my friend. My father is not one to let the
steering-wheel slip out of his grasp."

The chamberlain nodded. "That used to be true, my prince. But since he
started taking the forbidden substance his mind has become considerably
clouded. And who supplies him with the drug?"

"Akkad?"

The chamberlain nodded meaningfully.

"So what can we do?" Even as he asked this question, the prince realised
that the chamberlain would have a plan. That he had planned even the
prince's own question, framing his answer in advance. Another Akkad in the
making? Perhaps, thought Younas; and I must be careful to stitch a
contingency plan to cover all his plots.

The air in the room seemed suddenly to have grown thicker and the prince
rose and went out onto the balcony where the sea air blew delightfully into
his face and across his hot body. Looking down, he saw the twins patrolling
the shore. They at least were his own devoted personal servants, devoted to
him by the power of his sexual hold over them, if nothing else. Yet sexual
fascination might so easily change, be given over to a new object of
desire. Whereas fear was more stable. And so also was need.  He had what
they at present lacked: power. He nodded to himself, waved to the twins,
and went back into the room.

Jubal in his absence had disengaged the chamberlain's heavy equipment from
its fishnet codpiece and was lazily and delicately mouthing it between his
dark red fleshy lips. The boy's rump was quivering invitingly as he lay
with his face over the chamberlain's large cock. Younas knelt and straddled
the boy. As he felt the prince's big member entering his orifice Jubal gave
a heavy sigh against the chamberlain's erect penis which sent a thrill
through the older man.

The prince leant forward and began to nuzzle the boy's ear and then leaning
further forward he took the chamberlain's cock in his own mouth while the
boy nuzzled the balls. It was delightful when the two mouths met over and
across their heavy burden and the boy turned his head so that the prince's
tongue could enter his mouth. The boy's black curls became entwined in the
other's golden pubic hair making a delightful contrast. The prince gazed
down at this delightful ensemble with rapture.

'It is his weakness,' reflected the chamberlain with deep
satisfaction. 'And it might be his undoing.'


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