Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 07:20:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Sasha Steele <sashasteelecfw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Idle Prince Three

Detainment
by Sasha Steele

Prince Manakan had delayed many months this rendezvous
in hope that the king would succumb to his battle
wounds. He knew the king would be outraged witnessing
firsthand the prince's overindulgence, his growing
femininity, his gregarious lust for sex with other
men, but particularly with the prince's obesity, which
had increased beyond respite. But the king had not
died. Furious with prince Manakan's insolence he sent
the royal guard to arrest him.

The king saw not prince Manakan's corpulent beauty, as
other men saw him. He took little notice of the
elegant powder-blue gown that Manakan wore. The way
the folds in the skirt of its darker blue wrapper
gathered in a bustle over the prince's gigantic
backside and fell in a demi-train, or the way the
waistline of the embroidered bodice dipped in a V on
his great protruded stomach.

He saw only an obese transvestite who had to be
carried as he was too lazy to walk, who required the
help of two servants to bring him to his feet, and
who, when finally standing and beckoned to approach
the king, did so with the greatest of difficulty due
to the enormity of his gargantuan thighs.

The king lay on his death bed. Perhaps he would
succumb to his war wounds after all, prince Manakan
thought as he delicately gathered the loose folds of
his heavy over skirt pinching them between fingers and
thumb to raise them. He took an awkward step back,
bowed and made a curtsy to his lord.

The king beckoned him closer. The prince waddled to
his side. Manakan could feel the king's anger. He
motioned him nearer. The prince leaned heavily on the
bed. And suddenly the king's anger burst.

Abruptly the king grasped the lapel of Manakan's over
gown and slapped him hard across the face as he cursed
the prince's weakness. Manakan broke away. Pulling
back, the five inch heels of his black sandals caused
him to loose his balance. Servents rushed to stop the
prince's fall but with all his weight could only break
it, easing him to the floor stunned.

Manakan sat on a massive ass cheek with one large leg
bent under the other bracing himself on one hand. His
other hand was on his cheek where the king had struck
him. Tears filled his eyes. The king order him to his
feet as he continued his triad. The prince's servants
struggled to aid him in compliance.

Once again prince Manakan in all his enormous beauty,
stood before the king, who, in his lashing out had
began to choke. Prince Manakan's fear had been
replaced by his own fury. He removed a small dagger
from his skirts, and before the king could recover
from the coughing spell, thrust it deep into his
heart.

The king was dead.

The king's guards rushed in seizing the prince.
Dharmana, Manakan's cousin and heir to the throne, was
summoned.

"You fool," Dharmana shouted. "What have you done?"

Manakan spoke indifferently, "I did you a favor
cousin. The cursed bastard had already taken far too
long to die."

"Enough. With the king's death, you my well have
changed the tide of this war against us. While he
lived we..."

"Have you no faith in yourself? You are king now. End
this war. Surrender to the Empire."

"That is why you were brought here. Your talk is
treason. Take him away."

"You would make me a prisoner?"

"You have placed me in an awkward position, cousin.
There are those who already speak against you. Now
they will cry out for your head."

"Have you forgotten, Dharmana, that you once loved me?
Do you not remember when you made love to me? You are
king now. I am of the royal bloodline. Silence them,"
Manakan said. Manakan placed his heavy hands, laden
with jewelry, on Dharmana's shoulders drawing him
close, his fat belly pressing against him. There was a
rise in the obese prince's flowing under skirt. That
too he pressed against his cousin.

Dharmana did remember, though it was many years ago at
a training academy with other royal princes. Manakan
had been sent there to loose weight. How sweet his
large backside was then. And now, it even larger...

Manakan's beautiful brown eye's, rimmed in heavy
mascara, were hypnotic. His soft feminine voice
soothing. Dharmana felt a stirring under the heavy
skirt of his thick wrapper. His breath rate picked up.
He pushed himself away from his cousin.

"I will think on this," Dharmana said. "For now, you
will remain in your apartments."

Upset, Manakan turned away, and with an manner of
indignant arrogance plunked his fat ass on the
transport chair. "Very well then," he snapped, "for
now." And, four strong chambermaids in black mini
dresses, their muscles straining under the prince's
enormous weight, carried him away.

Prince Manakan, feeling dejected, as Dharmana had not
been to see him in days, reluctantly attended his
cousin's inaugural ball. All eye's were on the
corpulent prince as he temporarily abated his troubles
by hungrily indulging in the fine victuals at the
dining table. His attendants were kept busy feeding
him and washing down each morsel of food with wine.

The prince looked stunning in a elegant crimson gown
that was sleeveless with a plunging neck line. The
rear panel of the dress's skirt formed an over skirt
from the sides of the price's fat belly and around his
wide hips where it gathered to form a bustle atop his
enormous backside from where it fell in a train to the
floor.

Its bodice was gathered to confine his fleshy
man-breasts, the delicate lace cups and shoulder
straps of the black brassier worn beneath only
slightly exposed. The bodice, tight-fitted to
Manakan's heavy middle, continued downward to form a
front skirt panel drawn in under the overhang of his
protruding gut to the long ridge-like bulge of his
pantied cock.

The prince's dress strained at the seams as his
ballooning stomach became bloated. Sitting with his
gigantic legs spread apart, his belly rested between
them. The rear skirt draped over his massive hips and
the front panel hung between his gargantuan thighs
exposing the prince's legs clad in black nylon
stalkings with pretty lace tops drawn right up to the
cock-pouch of his black panties. Manakan wore black
leather sandals with five inch heels, their straps
laced up onto his heavy ankles.

Prince Manakan's long black hair was pulled up in a
pompadour held in place by a white-gold and jewled
head piece, long ringlets hung onto his wide back. An
exquisite multi-strand diamond necklace spread upon
his heavy upper chest. His ears were rimmed with
white-gold studs and diamond drop earrings hung from
their lobes. his soft skinned thick wrists were laden
with diamond bracelets. A multitude of rings adorned
his fat yet delicate fingers with their long
fingernails painted red.

The princes sensuous fat face was heavily madeup with
black mascara, eyeliner, dark eyeshadow and red
lipstick and decorated with white-gold face studs -
one each nostril, two smaller studs each side of his
face by his eyes, a small diamond in his pouting lower
lip, and a larger diamond between the arched eyebrows
above his beautiful brown eyes.

His gluttony temporarily satisfied, Manakan sat with
his eyes closed kneading his bloated stomach when
Dharmana approached. "Come, cousin, dance with me,"
the newly crowned king said.

"I am too fat and too lazy to dance," Prince Manakan
returned. He was indignant, not even opening his eyes.

King Dharmana leaned close, a flush of anger evident,
"I insist," he commanded.

Temporarily fearful, but still defiant the prince
said. "I am in need of my toilet."

Ignoring his cousin the king made orders to Manakan's
attendants, "help your mastress to his feet," he told
them. Manakan glared at him a moment then lifted his
massive arms bent at wrist and elbow in a goose neck
to be helped to his feet.

Once standing the prince placed his hand on the back
of Dharmana's uplifted hand and waddled beside his
cousin, the king, to the middle of the ballroom dance
floor.

They danced. Manakan's movements were heavy and
awkward. A slow turn. Manakan's right hand in his
cousin's, who now was behind him, held out to the
side.  Dharmana's left hand was on his cousin's thick
middle atop the shelf of his fleshy hip and Manakan's
soft hand on top of it. Prince Manakan's huge backside
pressed into the king, and in spite of his anger, as
they continued to argue, he felt his cock begin to
stiffen.

The prince's hand went to the bulge in the front panel
of his skirts. "Release me, Dharmana," Manakan
threatened. His breathing was labored from his
exertions. "Or I swear I'll pee my panties right here
in front of all your precious guests."

"You wouldn't dare," the king mocked.

With that Manakan broke away taking two steps forward,
then turned facing his cousin. He lifted the front
skirt panel of his dress with his left hand passing it
across his belly to his right and held it out to the
side with that hand exposing the bulging cock-pouch of
his black panties bellow the swell of his belly its
lower portion also covered by his panties.

The prince's eyes were locked on his cousin who's
cock, now fully erect, pressed into the thick skirt of
his black dress. Manakan spread his legs and leaned
forward placing his left hand on his enormous
nylon-clad thigh just above an extremely thick smooth
knee.

The prince strained slightly to start his pee flowing.
The cock pouch in his panties saturated where the tip
of his enormous semi-hard cock rested. Then a flow
broke through trickling backwards at first until it
became flow that twisted in a heavy stream to floor.

Urine splashed in a puddle between Manakan's fat feet
as they were spread wide apart. He opened his mouth
sighing with the pleasure of his release. Manakan
urinated through his panties for over a minute before
trickling to a stop. He straitened up dropping his
skirt back in place.

"I require to move my bowels as well," prince Manakan
said. "Need I also do that here before you?"

"No." Dharmana answered. "You my summon for your
toilet or return to your apartments as you wish."

"Too late for either, I fear," the prince said. While
peeing Manakan had released the feeble hold he had on
his bowels. His spincter slackened allowing his bowels
to move and the large fecal mass there in to that
point contained had progressed into the deep cleft
between his fat butt cheeks. "It already touches the
fabric of my panties."

"Come then," the king said holding up his hand.
Manakan placed his hand on the king's and Dharmana led
him from the ballroom floor to the balcony. "See to
your mastress," he ordered Manakan's attendants.

Bending over slightly Manakan placed both hands on the
marble railing while spreading his feet apart
somewhat. He closed his eyes and bore down.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn," the prince softly grunted as he
forced shit into the seat of his panties.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."

Rhythmically taking his breath and holding it as he
bore down Manakan managed in a few minutes to fill the
seat of his black panties with a good size load of
solid dark brown poop. Finished making his motion the
prince caught his breath and ordered his attendants to
convey him to his apartment to be cleaned and changed.

Later that evening, his guests gone, the king came to
his cousin. Manakan sat at the vanity in his boudoir
admiring his natural beauty while one scantily clad
muscular chamber maid combed out the curls of his long
jet-black hair, another fed him sweets, and still
another sips of wine. His jewelry had all been
removed, and he was wearing a white-satin nightie
under a short
robe. He look in the mirror at Dharmana who had come
up behind him.

"Such corpulent beauty," the king said placing his
hands on Manakan's wide thick shoulders, tracing them
along the smooth silken material of his robe onto his
massive arms. Manakan tilted his head back shaking out
his curls. Looking at himself in the mirror he pursed
his lips. Yes. He was beautiful.

Manakan hummed approval of his cousin's touch as
Dharmana caressed him and kissed him on his fat neck
and cheek. And he felt the kings hard cock against the
soft folds of fat on his back. Manakan turned on the
swivel bench toward the king and holding up his arms
signaled his maids to help him to his feet.

Immediately upon standing Dharmana seized the prince
in his arms and kissed him deeply. The hardon tenting
the king's skirt pressed into Manakan's own member
bulging in the cock-pouch of his satin panties under
his belly. The king opened his cousin's robe caressing
the fat of his stomach. He drew the robe from
Manakan's shoulders dropping it to the floor. "Come,"
he said, taking the prince's hand and leading him to
the bed.

Manakan stopped at the bed turning to his cousin,
taking him by the shoulders to kiss him. "First I
require my chamber pot," the prince said. And to the
maid, who had fetched it, he said, "leave us. My lord
will assist me."

The king jestered for the servants to leave. He went
to his knees and reaching under Manakan's nightie drew
the prince's panties off his fat belly, over his soft
hips and huge backside freeing his massive cock as he
brought the panties down Manakan's monstrous legs to
his heavy ankles. The king stood to help Manakan sit
himself down on the bed. Then he went back to his
knees drawing his obese cousin's extremely large
panties over the high heeled slippers he had on his
feet.

Manakan spread his legs as he sat back with his hands
pressed on the bed. Dharmana took up the chamber pot
and reaching below his cousin's great protruding
stomach took Manakan's semi-hard cock in hand. Manakan
closed his eyes, opened his mouth and sighed with
relief as hot urine coursed through his thick cock
into the chamber pot. He peed over a minute then
dribbled to a stop.

The king milked a few remaining drops making Manakan
hard. He tightened his grip stroking his cousin's hard
shaft. Manakan tilted his face to the ceiling
stretching the great roll of fat under his jaw to a
gentler crescent. His long black curls hung to the
bed. He shut his eyes, opened and closed his sensuous
mouth, drawing and expelling gasps as the king
continued to masturbate him.

"Mmmmm, suck me," Manakan begged of his cousin. "Make
me cum." Stoking him more quickly now, Dharmana took
Manakan's cock in his mouth tasting his precum.
"Ssssss," Manakan hissed.

Dharmana pushed his face into his cousin's fat - his
forehead against Manakan's belly, his nose pressed
into the soft fat of Manakan's bald melon-like pubis
mound as he drew his cousin's massive cock deep in his
throat. His head moved back and forth in unison with
his hand on Manakan's cock. "Ahh, I'm going to cum,"
the prince whined.

The king was an expert cocksucker. Manakan could
resist no longer. "Ahh, ahh, ahhhhhhhhh," the prince
moaned as he came in the Dharmana's mouth.

King Dharmana stood and removed his dress. He was
still in his black lingerie - black brassier, panties,
nylons and heels. "Lift up," he said, taking hold of
Manakan's nightie. Manakan raised his massive arms
over his head allowing the king to remove his nightie,
then pushed back his long hair moving his head to
shake out the curls.

"They're bigger now," the king said as he fondled his
cousin's fleshy man-tits. Manakan's breasts melded
with the thick roll of fat under his arms. "As is the
rest of you." Dharmana leaned over to suckle the
prince's tits, first one large nipple, then the other,
and Manakan hummed his pleasure.

"Mmmmmmm. And how you do so like my fat sensuous body,
cousin," the prince said.

Dharmana drew his stiff cock through the leg hole of
his panties. The king's cock was magnificent, almost
as large a his cousin's. Manakan rolled onto the bed
positioning himself on his belly and knees with his
massive ass in the air. The king positioned himself
behind taking hold Manakan's huge buns kneading the
soft fat on them. Manakan moaned, and then hissed as
king Dharmana's tongue found his hole.

The king sucked his cousin's fat ass for a time then
brought his cock to it. Leaning into Manakan's fat
Dharmana began to fuck him. Slowly at first, then more
aggressively. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead,
on the back of his neck beneath his thick mane of
black hair, on the small of his back below his bra
strap, and in the crack between the large globular
butt cheeks that undulating beneath the seat of his
black panties. Then, finally the king's frantic
undulations suddenly stopped. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"
Dharmana screamed as he came hot and hard in his
cousin's fat ass.

The king summoned Manakan's servents to prepare their
mastress for bed. He kissed the prince on his fat
cheek  bidding him goodnight. And first thing the next
morning, under the pressure of state, the king would
condemn his beloved cousin to death.