Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2017 16:30:04 +0000 From: aimee fowler Subject: A Harem Begins "Today I am a man!" I proudly pronounced to the world, all I received in return was a surly grunt. "What is your problem, Mirka." I demanded in return. My eunuch body slave Mirka had been with me since I was six. We had grown up together. He had served me, preparing my clothes and bed and running errands. He had also accompanied me to my lessons and helped me assuage my burgeoning sexual desires. I usually allowed a more casual atmosphere, maybe that had been a mistake. Mirka squirmed uneasily and didn't meet my eye, a sure sign he didn't want to answer my question. "Speak, Slave." "The master is a man today, he will forget Mirka." I took his chin and turned his head bodily to meet me. "Is that it? Your afraid I'll abandon you?" "Yes, Master, you'll go off to war and leave me alone." For all that he was actually a year older than me Mirka twisted like a child, and tears ran down his hairless cheeks. "Mirka is a fool." I announced softly. "You have been with me for eight years, more than half of my life. I'll not be forgetting you, nor leaving you." I snorted theatrically, Mirka did not respond to subtle. "Do you think I will sleep on my horse? That I will have no need for someone to tend my bed, my quarters?" His soft face broke into a tremulous smile. "Truly, Master?" He spoke eagerly. "You'll take Mirka with you when you go?" "Of course, silly boy, do you think I have anyone else who can make me feel like you do? You're mouth makes my cock hard and your ass is tight and warm, I love splashing my seed into you, don't you know that?" He flashed a white-toothed smile. He threw his hands around my thighs and buried his face in my nightshirt covered crotch. He nuzzled my cock through the fabric and caught it gently with his lips and tugged lightly. "Does Master want Mirka to show him how good Mirka can suck his cock?" I laughed and pushed him away. "Not now, cock-slut, I have to bathe and dress. I've got a very important day, don't you remember? I'm fourteen today." Go check that the bath is warmed, and, if you're good, I may allow you to clean those parts you seem so fond of. Mirka bounced to his feet and pattered happily off in the direction of the bath. I followed more slowly, pulling my nightshirt over my head as I went. Today was truly an important day for me. Today I would demonstrate that I was a man and be officially made into my father, the King's, heir. Today had to go perfectly. I had never been so nervous. I stood, naked, surrounded by my Father's council. I had already finished the physical exercise portion, running and swordplay, of the test. I knew I had done well on that part. Sword practice was the best part of all my schooling. The knowledge portion had been tougher. Various nobles, judges and dignitaries snapping questions at me from every direction. I had done as well as I could, I didn't think I had made any outright grievous errors, at least. But it was this last portion that had been giving me jitters for the last several days. I was surrounded by the Council, and the King. Father sat, stern and distant, on his throne gazing impassively on me, as if I was a sheep he was thinking of buying. A horse would have caused much more interest in his intelligent face. I knew that today was an important day for him too. He had championed me over all my brothers, if I failed to gain the heirship today he would lose much face and influence of these important men. In front of me was my final challenge. There was a hard mattress on the stone floor of the chamber, and kneeling on the mattress was an equally naked girl. If I was to be heir I had to show that I had the ability to produce an heir of my own someday. The Council would not be satisfied with my suitability until I had shown that I could at least do the deeds needed to spawn children. My tutor had explained it to me. "The kingdom rests on the foundation of the Crown, and passing the power of Kingship from generation to generation is one of the most dangerous perils a nation faces. If the heir is not interested in girls, to the point he cannot gain erection with one, he will be unsuitable. And if he does not have the force of character to take a woman, as a man should, how is he to be able to face his enemies, foreign as well as inside the kingdom." The girl was not large and she was probably younger than me. She had begun her monthly bleed, at least, for she had a thin carpet of dark hairs between her legs and her chest showed two nicely burgeoning mounds. Her straight, black, course hair showed her to be of the lower classes, not to mention her tanned face and hands. I could see the lighter skin that had been under a slave collar until very recently. I stepped onto the mat and kneelt on front of her. She stared at me, her mouth working, but didn't say anything. "How do I start?" I wondered, I hesitated, reached out to touch her on the arm. Instantly she slapped my arm aside. Like I had turned on a switch she swarmed to her feet and began attacking me with feet, hands, teeth, anything that could reach me. I fought my way to my feet and fended her off, retreating to edge of the mattress. She snarled and laughed at me, her fingers bent into claws, ready for scratching. She made little slashing and grabbing motions at my genitals. I realized I was flat and soft as could be. It was humiliating. I was here to take her maidenhead and I was both flat, soft and holding out my arms to keep her away. I saw my father lean forward, whispering something I couldn't hear. I grew angry. This cunt was standing between me and my throne. I reached out to grab one of her hands, she yanked it back quickly and the other slashed in at my face. I turned just enough so she wouldn't rake my eyes and took the score on my cheek. I used that time to throw a hard left fist into her face, snapping her head back on her neck in surprise. I felt the burn on the side of my head, she must have gotten my ear more than my cheek. Before she could bring her head back down I grabbed her by the throat, kicked her feet out from under her and crashed down hard on top of her. She kicked and scratched but I refused to let go. I held her throat, squeezing. Her writhing slowed and weakened as her face grew purple. Her kicking knee had been too far back to reach my groin but her leg moving along it proved I suddenly had a hard-on of epic proportions. I released her throat, just enough for her to gasp some breaths and used that time to slip between her legs. I stabbed blindly at her crotch but I just butted into flesh, missing my aim. I used my other hand to guide my engorged cock up and down her pussy until I felt a softness that promised further bliss. I thrust hard and penetrated deeply into her. I felt something resist for a moment and then break suddenly. She screamed and fell back sobbing. I didn't care, I thrust again and again, revelling in the unknown sensations. It wasn't at all like fucking Mirka in the ass, things fit better, like it was designed to receive my cock. A very few thrusts later and I felt the surge coming. I lunged into her hard, my bare toes gripping the mat, sliding both of us an inch or two forward with each push. Then I exploded into bliss, my head flew back and I bellowed pleasure as I drove through the intense orgasm. I dropped straight down onto her unresisting form, laying full out on her as I spent my full load into her newly opened pussy. I lay there gasping for a second or two and then I was lifted up by eager hands. My father was there. He pulled me to his feet and threw his arms around me. He whirled me around him once in triumph and then with his right arm still around my shoulders he used his left to lift mine into the air. "My son, My heir! He called to the clapping and cheering Council. "Strong, clever and virile." He leaned down to roughly plunge two fingers into the girl's bloody hole. He rooted around inside her roughly, ignoring her cries of pain and then lifted the blood and cum soaked digits into the air like trophies. "My son's seed mixed with the blood of his first maiden. Does anyone dispute his suitability for Kingship?" There was a roar of agreement and more hand clapping. I was led off to be cleaned and dressed before the official investiture. My last sight of the chamber was of my father laughing as he re-enacted the left jab that had begun my road to Kingship. It had been a busy few weeks. I had been spending more and more time sitting with Father in council. He had taken me into the world of men, and was teaching me what it meant to do the work of kings. It was harder than I had thought. I had always imagined the king could just order anyone to do anything he wanted. The very first night he had explained the concept of political capital. He could do anything he really wanted to, it was only a matter of how much he would have to pay, in favours, relationships as well as coin. It was a stretching thought. I was reclining on my couch, book braced up on Mirka's naked ass. He was lying on his stomach, absorbed in a puzzle I had been given as a manhood gift. It was a thing of wood and wires and Mirka loved to figure things like that out, I never had the patience. I was reading one of the books my father had advised me to learn. It was difficult, in an old style of writing and not easy of topic. I had been working doggedly at it all morning, since just after dawn sword drill. The bell at my chamber door rang. Mirka jumped up to see who it could be. He trotted across the chamber, his nakedness not even reaching the level of consciousness. He conversed in quiet tones for a minute and then he returned with a paper. It was the heavy, expensive paper my father used and it had the royal seal. It was the first time I have ever had a written message from my king. Usually he just send word though one of the palace servants or one of his stewards. I carefully broke the seal and opened the folds. "My Son; As you heard last night I am riding out on business today. I thought to take you along with me but I decided to give you another task. Since you attained a man's years and passed the succession tests, I have been happy to see you embracing the duties of learning kingship. Being king is a heavy duty, and one that requires diligence and energy. There are many decisions to be made and presenting an image of strength and resolve is a critical requirement. But there is one place where a king may rest, may lay down the duties of kingship and just be a man. Therefore, I deem it time for you to being assembling your harem. The harem is your place of peace and rest. I have sent a purse with old Zareph. He will take you to the market, and advise you on your dealings. He is an old thief and has much low and cunning wisdom. Learn of him. Several other points. Yes, you may keep Mirka. It was a bit presumptuous to tell him before speaking to me but no harm done. I have also sent your manhood trial girl to be in your harem. I still have my trial slave and when I feel unsure or wonder if I have the strength to face the challenges of rule I take her, and in the taking remind myself that I am a man, I have the strength to meet the challenges of the day. I suggest you purchase only a few slaves at this time. I have been gifted over thirty concubines over the years, to say nothing of my twelve wives. Two or three girls should be enough for now. More will come quickly enough, I think. When you speak to them, be sure you do not give them any impression they might be First in your harem. You will marry some Noble Lady to benefit the kingdom and to provide a noble first heir. She will of course be First in the harem and it would not be a good start to your relationship if she has to fight some purchased concubine who thinks she should be First. I suggest you purchase a girl who has experience with pleasuring a man. It's always tempting to look first at the virgins. By all means, purchase a couple of virgins but it is useful to have at least one woman in the harem who does not need training, who can explain to the others what will happen and how to best please their master. While you are at the market, you will need at least two man servants of your own, you will accumulate baggage quickly. You'll also want two or three eunuchs to guard your harem. A clerk as well. (Never, ever, forget your clerk, better to forget your sword.) Be sure your clerk has the strength and stamina to travel hard with you if haste is needed. Zareph has much experience in judging both servants and eunuchs. Get yourself another body servant as well. Mirka is dedicated and a fine servant but it would not be appropriate to bring a eunuch along on campaign. So buy yourself a boy, not a eunuch, younger than you is best, so he will still be vigorous and able to serve for a long time. When you have made your selections send a message to your mother in my harem. She will supply you with a list of goods you will need to provide for the comfort of your women. While you are in residence here in the palace you need not worry about food, they will send food from my kitchens. I don't want to rush such an important and interesting task but do remember that you will be leaving for your experience task soon. Normally your servants would do much of the organizing but I consider this a test. Purchase what you need, and arrange for transport and feeding. I'd like a full report upon my return. Moving a large household, especially the ladies of a harem, is much like organizing an army to march. The purse I gave to Zareph should suffice for everything you need. This will also be part of the test. Can you work within a budget? For, and at the orders of, His Royal Majesty, Mustapha Khan, Royal Clerk. Dad I didn't realize I had been holding my breath until I reached the end of the letter and drew in a huge gulp of air. My heart was racing. I had always assumed... I mean, every man of means had a harem, where he kept his wives and concubines, but, my own? My own women? Women I could fuck anytime I wanted? I very carefully cleared my throat so I spoke in a level and calm manner. "Mirka?" "Master?" I could tell he was bursting with curiosity, royal letters were rare, even in royal families. "Was that Master Zeraph who brought the note?" "Yes, Master. He said to say that he was told to wait on your pleasure." "Tell him I'll be about a half glass, then go set water to heating for a bath. Then come back here, please, and quickly, we have much to do." Keeping my tone quiet and pleasant was one of the hardest things I had ever done. I wanted to be carolling and doing cartwheels... or maybe doing something else instead. "Yes, Master." He pattered off. I sat back contemplating the task ahead of me. I'd have to be sure to maintain my dignity, I'd have to be very adult and not just jump on the first girl I'd see. I laid back and slid out of my trousers. I had such a hard-on that I had to tuck it in against my stomach before I could get them off. As soon as the band was past it sprang out, rigid as a flagpole. Mirka trotted back into my chamber. "There was extra coal so it shouldn't take more than a few minutes to be hot, Master. What do you want to wear..." He stumbled to a halt in mid- sentence when he saw my raging boner, eyes going wide. "I have a problem, Mirka." I said as mildly as I could manage. "I'm not going to be able to dress with this." I caressed my rock-hard rod. "Do you think, maybe, you could help me with it?" "Oh, Master!" He fell to his knees and paused for just a moment to stroke the underside with a soft finger. Then he cupped my balls and used his nose to lift my cock up and nuzzled it with his face. Then he slowly backed up enough to let it fall to the level of his lips. He kissed the engorged purple head and a bright pink tongue emerged to lick off a glistening drop of pre-cum. Then he took me in his mouth, tongue swirling along the underside. He sucked on just the head, and then leaned forward until I felt my head reach the back of his throat. He pulled back and down again slowly. I didn't have time for slow shit today. I grabbed his head with both hands and thrust in and out, fast. I also didn't have much fucking left before I came, I was already very close. "Bend over the couch, slave." Mirka jumped to obey. He was always the most eagerly obedient servant when it came time for a cock in his ass. He bent over, legs spread wide and back arched down to present his puckered rosebud. His tiny worm of a cocklet jiggled as he settled in for a reaming. He had been castrated as a baby and had never had a hard cock in his life. It wasn't even much of a sexual organ for him, mostly just a tool so he could piss standing upright. Mirka was all about the ass. With one hand he spread his cheek to offer the greatest possible access and grinned back at me. Usually I at least try to go a little slow, at first. To let his stretched sphincter have some time to relax before the hard-core fucking, but not today. I slapped his ass twice with my cock, aimed it at the brown knot and pushed. Mirka's face twisted in the painful ecstasy of anal penetration. He dropped his head and moaned as I sunk deep into him. I paused, balls deep, for as long as I could make myself and then I began hammering hard, drawing back until almost popped out and then ramming back in. In a very short while I threw my head back, bellowed a deep grunt as I emptied my seed deep into his warm, tight tunnel. I slammed back and forth several more times and then my legs collapse under me. That had been the most powerful cum of my life. I flopped onto the floor and leaned back, holding myself up with my arms. Mirka slid down beside me with feline grace and snuggled into me. He rested his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my chest. I leaned my head on the top of his and let him have his tender moment. I've never been a special moments kinda guy but Mirka loved to simply cuddle. He probably deserved at least some cuddles after the reaming he had just taken like a pro. I forced myself to be still and let my heart and breathing come back down. "Do you think the water will be hot yet?" "I'll check, Master, maybe." He jumped up and I saw my cum dribbling down the inside of his leg. I must have cum a gallon. I went with him and decided the water was hot enough. I stood in the bath and Mirka poured the almost hot water over me and wiped me down. If he paid a bit more attention to my cock and balls, well, who can blame a guy? He dried me of efficiently and helped me into my second best tunic. It would be important to show the right face today. "Bathe yourself, slut." I grinned at him. "You can't be lying around with my cum drying on your thighs, however much you'd like that." I waggled a finger at him and he grinned back at me. "And get dressed yourself." I called back over my shoulder. Zeraph didn't agree with my choice of raiment. When he saw me in my finery he winced, just a little bit. "Master..." Zeraph was a slave, like Mirka but not a eunuch, but he specialized in walking through the world, running errands of subtlety and guile for my father. He cleared his throat and began again, obviously trying to find a way to say what he wanted without offending. "Master, It might be better... There's nothing wrong with the clothes you have, they're fancy fine indeed. But... Well..., You see.." "Zeraph," I cut his stammer off, "His Majesty, My Father sent you to advise and help me in some purchases I have to make." I raised one finger. "First, Did my Royal Father give you a purse for me?" "Yes, My Prince." Zeraph responded easily enough. He handed over a heavy pouch that I carefully tied to my belt. It would not do to lose or have this purse stolen. I saw Zeraph watching the tying and he said nothing. "So At least there is one thing I can do that meets expectations." I lifted another finger. "Second, you were ordered, I believe to accompany me and to advise me, so I don't make stupid childish decisions and waste my money for little benefit." He nodded politely as it was clear I had more to say. "So I want to hear what you think, before I need to make decisions. Advice on "should have" does me little good after the fact. I shall make my own decisions and live with the consequences of those decisions without passing blame." I could see those deep eyes relax just a bit but also become sharper and more interested. I seemed to have caught his attention. "So, please advise me on what I need to know before we leave the palace." Zeraph would not have been chosen for this task if he was dull-witted. He showed no emotion as he bowed low again. "My Prince, There will be no way of hiding that fact that you are a young man of breeding and substance. This will automatically mean that prices will go up, but it will also mean that merchants will show you're their prize wares. So that is both a bad and good thing. I do believe that your purse was calculated to allow for price increases so we should have no difficulties. If, however, you were to go into the market dressed as you are everyone would know right away that you are the Prince and the prices would rise dramatically above even that for the other young nobles the merchants deal with." He paused to gauge my mood and tolerance. He tightened his lips just a bit before taking the plunge. "It would seem to me that the first choice you have to make is this; Is it better to remind everyone of your station and rank, or is it better to dress like another rich young noble and save some coin?" That was a question, and it wasn't easy to answer. It wasn't just that I was so mighty and special and wonderful, but my tutors had claimed it was important for the peoples to see their King, and I presumed their Prince doing their jobs. To know that their rulers were ruling, not just partying. Maybe... I thought hard for a while and then nodded slowly. "We're not on official business for His Majesty today, are we? I suppose a harem is the only truly personal thing a ruler has to himself, that he does not share with his people and country." Zeraph merely looked on attentively, giving no sign of his thoughts. "So, I shall dress as a man, not as a prince." I turned and went back into my rooms, calling for Mirka as I went. Zeraph had already been into the city the day before and spent some time looking through the markets. He led me first to the area where the learned slaves were brokered. I manfully put work before pleasure and questioned several men with clerks training. The stalls here looked like clerk's offices, quiet, no whips or chains, just serious men having quiet business-like conversations. The man I chose was tall, thin and though he had been very correct and respectful I thought I detected a healthy dose of humor behind those eyes. Amerlyn, for that was the name he gave, had experience with the accounts of noble households and had trained in the royal dockyard counting house in Drakkar before he had signed on to do the books of a Lemarin Count/corsair before his ship had been captured by the Royal Navy and he had received the iron collar around his neck. Both the noble house and the military knowledge should be useful and I didn't detect any particular resentment at his state. The amount asked for him was high but Zeraph advised that a skilled clerk was worth a little extra. I was also able to bargain them down some and left feeling pretty good. "I'm sure you understand, My Prince, that the reason you were so successful in negotiating was that they recognized you for who you are, don't you?" "What?" I asked, "I thought they would raise the price if they knew." "For luxuries, like concubines, absolutely, but clerks think deeper." "Deeper?" "Yes, My Prince." This was from my new slave behind me. I hadn't given him leave to speak and I hesitated long on whether I should allow liberties like that. In the end I decided that like Zeraph my clerk was one from whom I should learn. If he pushed the liberties too far I sould slap him down anytime. "Go on, slave." I couldn't help adding in a colder tone than I had intended. "Yes, My Prince. For I now understand who you are. It is an honor to serve you, My Prince." I waffled again, I wasn't going to be one of those men who needed his servants fawning over him all the time. It annoyed me in others, I wouldn't stand for it in my own household. But Amerlyn continued before I could do more than open my mouth. "When they recognized you they must have decided that a prince, heir to the throne, would need many clerks in his life. If you got a good deal on your first, and left feeling that you received good value for your coin you would most likely look there first for the second and third." It made sense, and I supposed it shouldn't offend me that people would be trying to work me. I would be dealing with it all my life. As long as it didn't go too far it was just something I would have to live with, not forgetting it but also not allowing it to unduly concern me. "Amerlyn?" I queried. "Yes, My Prince?" "Amerlyn, I value your skills and experience, and I want to hear your thoughts on the areas under your care. In public though, be very careful no one will overhear, both because it would be unseemly for my own slave to instruct me." I put my hand on Zeraph's shoulder. "Zeraph, here, is my Royal father's man, and tasked to my education in matters like these. But, his situation is not yours, do you understand?" "Perfectly, My Prince. It is my place now to learn how you desire your household organized, not to input my own thoughts into your business." He sounded so serene I glanced over my shoulder to catch a sarcastic or bitter look. He just looked calm and attentive. Maybe I had bought too smart a clerk. The purchasing of the eunuchs and common labourers went well enough. The eunuchs were standing in a line under an awning to keep the harsh sun off their naked bodies. Each of them had his penis tied to a little string around his waist. This kept it pulled up and revealed the truth of their condition. Following Zeraphs advice I chose two large older guards. They were maybe thirty years. "The older the eunuch the further they are from remembering the feelings they had before." Both of them had been castrated at an older age than Mirka. They had the shoulders and muscles that come with puberty, but they had been cut shortly after and kept in condition ever since. They were both well-spoken and evinced no discomfort when I bent down to closely examine their scars. That was partly to be sure there had been no infection but also because I wanted to see what it looked like. Mirka had been cut at such a young age that the scar was mostly not noticeable. The transaction for their purchase had gone smoothly enough. We dickered for a bit and settled on a price that was about two-thirds up the range Zeraph had expected. They fell into formation with Amerlyn behind Zeraph and I. We were making quite the cavalcade. The squad of soldiers, palace livery changed to uninformative brown. One old, three full grown slaves and one newly named young man. We were becoming less discrete with every stop. We chose one older, maybe thirties again, man and a young fifteen year old man to be general workers. The older one was experienced and showed some leadership abilities and the younger looked strong and healthy. Then, finally we directed our path to toward the spaces dedicated to slave destined for more...personal duties. A bit to my surprise I found much more than I had expected. Personal slaves ranged from flat out whores to concubines of both female and male genders. There were also body servants, I had expected those to be in the general area. It didn't take long to understand why. The slaves in the general area ran the gamut from young to old, colors, looks and styles. The personal area had every color, race and body shape, but they were all invariably attractive. No scars, no missing limbs, no teeth knocked out by an angry master, they were all beautiful, just the thing to grace a Lord's house, bed or chamber. Zeraph had suggested one of the soldiers take our purchases back to the palace, or the other slave traders would know we were on a buying spree and increase the prices dramatically. It made sense and so did his idea of only taking two into the enclosed area. It would be quite usual for a young noble to be escorted by a pair of armsmen but five was a bit much, for a scion of a more average house. The two left behind would be within hailing range at all times and the fabric curtains separating the pleasure area from the general slave market wouldn't slow them down if their help was needed. I stopped involuntarily. There was so much gorgeous flesh on display that it took my breath and blood away. I knew where the blood had gone though, to my cock. Luckily, I had anticipated this particular scenario when dressing and made sure my cock had laid flat and upright so now it just lifted itself along my stomach, held in by my waistband and covered with my tunic. There were five pavilions per side of the short street of paradise. The two on the right had large, extravagantly muscled men with huge erect cocks. They had been oiled until they glistened and their faces were blank impassive sculpture, as were their bodies. Young boys regularly reached up to maintain their massive schlong in peak granite ribbed perfection. "How long do they stand their like that?" I asked Zeraph. "Not long, they are changed every fifteen minutes of so, or it becomes impossible to keep them a peak... condition." "That's gotta suck, being regularly teased and tugged to... that and then held there, and not allowed to cum." "Sucks to be a slave." Was his only reply. "Even for the beautiful ones. I have heard of some that deliberately disfigured themselves so they would be sent back to the general market." He paused for a moment. "Didn't you say you needed another body servant? What are you looking for?" I answered without taking my eyes off the impressive scene in front of me. "His Majesty suggested I buy a boy, not a eunuch, to take where it would be improper to take Mirka." It was my turn to pause. I was thinking someone young enough to be second to Mirka, at least for some years until he grows." "Well, then, let's see what we can find." He led the way into the tent. I chose a young lad of about nine or ten. He was a sweet faced cherub, very dark eyes and hair so blonde it was nearly white. The dealer had brought him out with a group of other boys about that age. It had taken several batches of boys older than I wanted before the right group had emerged. They were all impressive specimens though, gleaming skin and muscles. Some of them were turned on by the scrutiny I could tell as they grew erections as we watched. "Zeraph leaned close and whispered. "He's doing that deliberately, to get you all horny and aroused at all the cocks and musk and muscles. He's trying to make you rash and spend more than you planned." It had been good advice, I was getting more and more aroused. I had never thought of a cock as something that would interest me. I had played with Mirka's of course, but it was a soft small thing, not terribly interesting in fact. These were something quite different. They were strong and manly and... I shook my head and forced a bored tone. "Do you intend to bring the boys I asked for, my good man? I could go look elsewhere if you are short of the right stock." "Of course, My Lord, I'll just go see where the boys you inquired of are, and why they have not been brought out as I ordered." "Please do, it's for the best, I'm sure, to move this along." I didn't say who it was best for. The dealer brought out three groups of the age I wanted but the boy was in the first. He was a small boy for his age, but perfect in form. When I inquired about him and another that caught my eye the dealer ushered them forward obsequiously. "What's your name, boy?" I asked the other one first. He stared at me for a moment and the gulped audibly. "Astor, My Lord." He blurted. I could tell that he was terrified. It didn't attract me at all. "And you?" I turned to the one I had seen first. "This one doesn't have a name, My Lord." He answered solemnly. "How can you have no name?" "This one was born a slave, Master, in a breeding camp. This one has no family and they chose to not name this one so my Master can choose what name he wants when he buys this one." I nodded in understanding. Slave breeding camps were a unique invention of the Mashucans. With no real resources and not very convenient for sailing ships to port, the camps were one of the small island's prime industries. Females were bred, carried their growing crop, gave birth and started again. I had read where a mother was usually given a month after giving birth before she was bred again. "If she can bleed, she can breed." Was the motto. Their agents scoured the ports and slave markets of every major city searching for prime breeders and males with particularly desirable traits. A male was expected to breed as many as twenty females in a month, and then when he had bred to as many breeders as he could, he was shipped off to another camp. After a grand tour of maybe three or four camps, maybe five or six months each they usually were ruined for breeding. One breeder per day, no romance or relationship, just walk into her cell, fuck until he dumped his load and then left for the next one. Rumour had it that the most unique and valuable studs were castrated when they were done their duty, so their new masters couldn't breed competition. Even those who weren't snipped were usually incapable of ever growing an erection again. Life wasn't any better for the breeders, I'd heard. Half of them died in childbirth and even when the child was born healthy it was taken away immediately and the mother given another breeder's child. The breeder never knew which child was hers, and the children also never knew anything about either parent. They were raised in crèches, cared for by either pregnant breeders who knew none of these children could be mine or by crones who had managed to live past bearing years, having birthed at least ten or fifteen children, all by different men they probably never even spoke to and then taken and gone forever. I was slightly taken aback. I had heard the stories but I hadn't expected to meet one of the camp slaves. "Uhhh..." I tried to think. "Uhh, can you make a bed? Clean a room?" "Yes, Master, this one been trained to be a very good bed slave." "And what is a bed slave?" He recited an obviously memorized passage "A bed slave is one who cleans his master's room, makes his bed, and cares for his belongings. A bed slave is ready in his master's bed, keeping it warm for the master when the master chooses to come to bed. A bed slave keeps himself clean and prepared for any of his master's desires. A bed slave loves his master more than his own life. His life is his master's to hold or to take. Pain and death for his master's pleasure is nothing but normal and expected duty of a bed slave. A bed slave asks for nothing and is grateful for anything the master gives him. Any duty, any sacrifice, is the first joy of a bed slave." I was stunned, I really had nothing to say. The dealer chimed in before the pause could grow. He stepped forward and pulled on the boy's little cock. "He is able to be erect and to orgasm. He does not have seed yet, but that will come in time." He turned the boy around and bent him over. The boy unquestioningly put his hands on the floor and looked at me upside down through his legs. "As you see, he has no scars or tears on his anus. He has not been penetrated, by cock or by anything larger than a finger to check cleanliness. All of the Mashucan slaves are taught to clean their asses every day, so as to always be ready for their master." "I can see that." I addressed the upside down face as I leaned forward to knead the small ass and fingertip grip his small ball sack. I could indeed feel two small lumps. This was the first time I had felt any testes except mine and must have squeezed them too hard as there was a small jerk and a closed mouth squeak. I released them instantly. "Sorry." I blurted. "The master need never apologize to this one." The small voice insisted. "Pain is a gift of the master. This one apologizes to the master for spoiling his enjoyment. Please, anything you desire is my earnest wish." He sounded like he meant it. He must have been programmed to that mantra from his first words. I bought him, paying more than Zeraph thought I should have, but not too much more, I had fallen in love with the little blonde boy. That infatuation lasted only until I entered the female tents. These were very different from the male tent I had been in. There was an expensive carpet over the canvas floor, small lamps cast a warm yellow glow. There were two couches for reclining and a larger area for displays. There were two naked girls, chosen for the perfection of their forms, holding wine trays and a selection of snacks. A very beautiful, elegantly dressed lady greeted us at the door. She was older, at least thirty but very attractive still. "Welcome, Sirs." She smiled graciously and without a hint of either the avarice I had seen in some of the other dealers or overt sensuality. "Please, take your ease." She escorted us to the couches and saw us comfortable. Wine was offered and before I could accept Zeraph declined for both of us. He leaned close and whispered, "The wine is intended to lower your defences, like the parade of flesh in the other tent." I nodded sagely. It made sense. Our hostess was whispering with one of her assistants, more very beautiful forms, all clothed. It was the first time I saw that clothing could be more erotic than nudity. I was lightly cupping the butt of one of the nearest serving girl, proving that however much I could resist temptations of wine, others were beyond my power to resist when our hostess returned. She sat down in her chair and I never understood how her grace and self-possession turned such a simple act into such an erotic moment. She turned to me and without any condescension or any sort of comment on my age just asked what my pleasure was that day. I cleared my throat, it wasn't easy to make myself coherent, let alone suave or calm. "I'm looking for two or three girls to start my harem." She nodded matter-of-factly. "Very good. You'll be looking for virgins, then?" "Umm..." I couldn't believe I was talking about something like this with this powerful gorgeous woman. "Uhh... Mostly." I got out. "I am thinking I would like one girl who is more experienced, maybe someone who could take charge, and help he others understand..." I was getting into tricky territory. "Understand..." She took pity on me. "Understand the duties and responsibilities of the position." She confirmed she understood where my feeble mouthings had been bumbling toward. "Uhh, Yeah." I agreed. "That would seem wise." She approved, "Young girls are flighty and emotional. Prone to vapours and exaggerated feeling and reactions." She paused for a moment in thought. "If I'm not presuming too much, I suspect you're not thinking of a harem manager, one whose job is the management of the girls but not to warm your bed. You'd like all of your harem to be available for service, I presume." I had never thought about a non-sexual presence in the harem. Isn't that the point of a harem? I can fuck anything and everything I see. "Uhh, yeah, experienced enough to help but still..." "Attractive enough to add to the pleasant atmosphere." She paused for a moment judging me. "And from a purely woman's perspective, perhaps able to instruct the master in the ways to make things more... pleasurable for the girl as well." That was another new thought. I tried to not be cruel to Mirka, to avoid unnecessary unpleasant things, but it was his job to be pleasing me, not my job to please him. It seemed he was pleased by my attentions but, I supposed, that had mostly been by accident, I certainly hadn't been thinking about it. My tutor had said that when a king serves his people they return the service with love. My father had said something similar in one of the council meetings I had sat in on, something about "a happy peasant works harder." Did it work the same for women in a harem? The dealer had turned and was giving quiet instructions to her assistant who hurried off. She turned back to me and smiled. "I believe we have several young ladies with the experience and character you described. They'll be right here." She suggested wine and snacks again, bringing those lovely forms back into view from where they had been waiting patiently behind us, and adding another dose of titillation. I was beginning to understand the method being employed here. The light, the warmth, the elegance made a man feel comfortable, and in command, a "Man." The occasional flashes of nudity adding just the right frisson of excitement and reminder of just what "A Man" did with the subject of the discussion. Nothing garish, nothing whorish, just a man doing what a man should do, be a man. What price would you pay to be a man? Even understanding did little to help me resist the subtle powerful trap. I was so excited I had to physically resist bouncing or shaking or jumping up and ravishing either one of the two lovely severs. But not the Anastasia though. That woman could eat me alive, sexually, and I knew it. I was certain men had come to her, knowing their fates beforehand and willingly jumping into the trap. Just because the shark has chosen to dress herself in elegant robes and anoint herself with understated perfume did not make her any less of a shark, beautiful and deadly. As I was thinking about our hostess the curtain at the far end of the room parted and four visions entered, walking in a single file line. They came to stand directly in front of us and stopped with a unity and grace that had to have been practiced. They were all nude, bodies gleaming with health and bursting with sensuality. I was encouraged to approach them, touch and fondle. They were all older than me, but none of them were too old to be very interesting indeed. I hadn't realized that breasts could come in so many different shapes, and even different firmness. One of the girls pushed forward in pleasure against my finger as I explored her folds between her legs. I glanced up quickly, startled and saw a look of pleasure and lust before she smoothed it back into calm attentiveness. She was gorgeous, almost exactly my height now, although I didn't think I had reached my full tally of inches. She had a light chestnut mane of hair that fell all the way to the small of her back. It was smooth and glossy and looked very soft. She had a pert nose and soft lips I just wanted to kiss. Her breasts were smaller than some of the others but seemed firmer too, they were just lovely. She had a tight ass and a healthy brown pelt of soft fur topping her lower mound. "What's your name?" "Mia, Master." She had some sort of accent I wasn't aware of. "Where are you from, then?" "I don't rightly know, Master, I was born in a small ville without a name. I think it was somewhere in Equan, Master." "You have a pleasant voice, Mia." "Thank You, Master." She looked down at my bulging tunic. "May Mia help you with that, Master?" Anastasia broke in smoothly. "The master has many things to think on, Mia. Please do not distract him." I was very willing to be distracted but I understood that fucking her wares wouldn't be a good business plan for her, not until I'd paid for them at least. "Yes, Mistress." Mia subsided with a look of disappointment. "Do you like pleasing men, Mia?" She flushed with excitement. "Yes, Master," she agreed enthusiastically. "I love drawing the pleasure out of him and seeing him in bliss." "She really does." Anastasia added. "Mia is always enthusiastic and ready." I nodded "What would you do if I fucked her.?" I cupped the soft tit next to her. "And all you could do is watch? I don't want a jealous girl who causes problems in my harem." "Harem?" Her eyes widened in delight. "You come in, choose one of us and the rest have to stand around and watch you take her, right there, in front of us. Ooo." She moved her hand to her pussy and began rubbing herself apparently lost in the vision. Anastasia delicately took her wrist and pulled the probing fingers away. "Mia, we have talked about this." She quietly reprimanded. "You are not to pleasure yourself." "Yes, Mistress." She lowered her head in submission. That turned me on even more. "Mia," I asked, "I'm starting my harem today. I'm looking for someone who can help the others understand what a man wants and how to please him. Could you do that?" She smiled again, seeming even more excited. "Ooo, virgins?" She shivered in anticipation. "Come, now, lovely virgin." She addressed an imaginary girl. "This is called a blow job. You need to learn this well or Master will beat you. Take master's cock, like this..." She mimed stroking a long thick rod. "Then you put your mouth on it." She nodded encouragingly. That's right, kiss it, pull it all the way in, that's what master likes." She was feeling herself again. Anastasia just pulled her hand away without saying anything this time. I was staggering, I was caught with such a raging hard-on that I thought it might burst. I was twitching and thrusting involuntarily. If I didn't get myself under control I would come inside my own tunic, how embarrassing that would be. I stepped back and closed my eyes to breathe. I missed the tiny smiles that passed between Mia and Anastasia. I asked the others similar questions and they were all beautiful and intelligent women, but it was Mia who had caught my eye. The line of ladies were led back out of the room and Anastasia and I began to dicker. Zeraph came to my aid occasionally but I thought I had done a pretty good job on my own. Anastasia knew I was very excited about Mia so I couldn't pretend I didn't care, but she also knew I was thinking of more purchases so she didn't push too hard. As she left to arrange the next batch of candidates I asked Zeraph how I was doing. "I think you are doing as well as could be expected in a first time buyer. And you are well within the purse you were given, even with the clothing and supplies costs. You got a good deal on those workmen, men who can earn their master money are always the most expensive, except for the exotic ladies like these. I could wish I knew why. But still, I'd think two high quality or three of slightly lesser quality and you should still have enough to provide for them in a manner that does you honor." That made me feel manly, providing for my own ladies... What came next was a parade of naked nubile flesh. I was getting to the point I had to stop and breath and calm myself down after every batch. These were for the most part younger, less experienced, indeed. They were shy, some covering themselves with their hands and a few were crying. Neither of those things did anything to help with my horniness problem. It was getting painful, my balls hard and aching. After the second batch of girls had been led off Anastasia looked at me for a moment and then had pity. "My Lord, might I suggest a bit of a break. Why don't you have a seat," she gestured to the couch. "Maybe a rest, these things can be intense. I'll take Master Zeraph off to a very nice rest of his own." Before I could object she added the clincher. "Perhaps your Mia could come to serve you during your rest." My eyes widened and then all I could do was nod, a bit spastically I'm afraid. Zeraph and Anastasia left, arm-in-arm and I laid back with a sigh. Intense was exactly the word I was feeling at the moment. Even just the quiet and space to relax just a bit was wonderful. There was a rustle of curtains and Mia quietly entered. She had been dressed in flimsy gauzy folds that clung to her form and suggested yet concealed. She was looking a bit nervous herself, very different from the girl I had seen before. "Master has purchased me?" She inquired diffidently. "Yes, Mia, you will be joining my harem." "Oh, Master." She ran lightly and silently to my side and knelt by my couch. She lowered her head and I thought maybe she was crying. I lifted her head and she quickly wiped at her eyes. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm not sad. I'm so happy that I'm not to be a whore for any man with a coin." That was a new thought, I suppose if she hadn't sold to a rich noble she would have been bought by a pimp and used as a product to make him money. I nodded in understanding and then leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Not a whore, never a whore, a prized possession, loved and cared for all her days." She sobbed once and then threw herself into my arms, hugging me tight, that wonderful body pressed full against mine. After a long hug she let go with one arm to nudge my huge bulge. I had felt it pressing into her leg during the hug. She had obviously felt it too. "And My Master has need of my skills, I think." She said with a wicked smile. "Yes," I agreed, "I do believe he really, really does. Or he might just die right here." "No, the Master can't die. Let me help you with that." She grinned. She ran her hand down my length through my pants. I moaned as she almost set me off right there. She must have seen that because she stopped stoking and carefully undid the ties and lifted instead of pulled it off me. I sprang instantly bolt upright. I could see it was quivering and it was so engorged with blood I could feel the warmth on my legs. Mia took a moment to survey the situation. In all the years she has been with me, with all of the other women, girls, boys and men I've had, she is still the very best one for just looking at my cock and making me feel like it was the tastiest treat she had ever seen. I could have come just from that look alone. She looked at my quivering pulsing manhood and then she leaned forward and very delicately breathed on it. Starting right at the base, breathing up the underside in a long soft warm exhalation that made every nerve in my body tingle. When she reached the purple head I came, just like that. Not a finger laid on me I erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot white jizz launched into the air, arching up to fall back high up on my chest and neck. I had to turn my head or I'd have had some on my chin. It hit my neck instead. My balls throbbed and ached dully as they emptied suddenly, releasing the truly gargantuan case of blue balls I had systematically built for myself. Mia laughed and clapped her hands in joy. I had a split second of resentment that she might have been laughing at the boy who came too soon but I saw that she just had a true merriment in her laugh. That she had been able to make me come with just a breath. Not mocking, just a droll understanding of how hard I must have been holding on, willing myself to not come in my pants. As soon as I stopped spurting she licked the goo up my helmet. I was still oozing cum and she licked it off like a girl licking a melting ice cream cone. I almost fainted from the release and ecstasy. Mia continued to lick and then suck the cum from my slit. Then she took it in her mouth, teasing and tugging on the head. She ran her tongue along the flange of my cock head still in her mouth and then she took it in. She sucked my whole cock into her mouth in one long slide. I felt the back of her throat and expected her to stop there, but she didn't. She paused just long enough to take a breath through her nose and then she pushed deeper. I gasped at the feeling as she took my entire cock into her throat. Then she pulled all the way back out. Her tongue flicked the slit as she lifted her face from my crotch. And then she was on her way back down, all the way down, and then back up. Very slowly she began to increase the speed maybe not quite as deep as before but she moved faster, sucking her lips tightly around my shaft. The climax caught me by surprise. I had been busy watching and feeling her amazing display of fellatio that I hadn't even know I was getting close to spewing again. I did, deep in her mouth this time. She never let the seal of her lips break and I felt her swallow my seed. It was hot as hell. She drained me dry and then, finally, I began to soften. She pulled a small towel and began cleaning me up from the first cum. She grinned at me. "I hope you paid a lot for me, Master. I'm going to be worth every single copper." And I believed her. After she had cleaned me up we lay, her snuggled into my side very much like Mirka did. I lay there, one arm around a smoking hot chick that I was going to have all to myself, that I could have every day, every hour if I wanted. It was good to be the man. After a short while Zeraph cleared his throat on the other side of the curtain wall. "Are you ready to continue, Master?" He enquired diffidently. Mia and I were instantly in motion. She was pulling my pants up and I was flailing wildly for no reason other than panic. "Uhh...Yeah.." I responded smoothly. "Give me just a minute." "No worries, just wondering if I should go for a snack..." I could hear the teasing in his voice, and Mia sniggered. I could feel my face heat, but it was a good heat, an honest teasing, like friends do. A king could not allow it, but I wasn't a king, yet. I could still be a man with friends, not only the subjects, threats and opportunities a king had as his only companions. After Mia had me presentable again I called Zeraph back in. For some reason the heat wouldn't go out of my face. I colored up again, knowing Zeraph, Anastasia and the two still naked, still silent serving girls knew what Mia and I had been doing. The girls never even looked at me, just took their places silently. Zeraph was trying to keep a straight face at my embarrassment but the corners of his mouth kept twitching just a tiny bit. It made me go even redder, but at least he managed not to say anything. Anastasia gave no indication of anything interesting at all. She just smoothly suggested we continue with the selection process. I found out later that this was not an uncommon problem for young men and that if I hadn't already bought Mia she would have had one of the servants take care of me. Then the next group of virgins arrived. Suddenly I didn't have to worry about blushes, all my extra blood was needed elsewhere. I lost count of the beautiful, luscious women and girls I saw that day, at least ten groups of five. I fondled and squeezed big bouncy boobies and flicked tiny buds. I saw pussy hair of every color and some with none at all. That was a first for me. The woman was fully developed but had no hair down there. Anastasia noticed my consternation and came to my aid. "Some women shave their pubic hair, as a way to make themselves stand out in a crowd." She informed me matter-of-factly. "Some men prefer how it feels or looks and require all of their women to shave like that. If grows back quite quickly, if not kept shaved. You could experiment and see if it is how you prefer your ladies." In the end I chose two other girls. One was an elfin thin waif of a girl, maybe eight years old. She had the brightest flaming red hair falling in curls. She was shy and couldn't meet my eye but she was not one of the ones who hid themselves or cried. I would, of course, have to be careful with her first time. Anastasia herself warned me that a violent deflowering of such a young girl could damage her ability to have children in later years. But I had to have her. She was exquisite. The other was one of the last I was shown. She was not brought in as part of a group. She was displayed by herself. She wasn't dark, I had seen several girls that had been dark brown to the point of black. But this girl was black, black as pitch. She was tall, and she had impressive muscles. Her breasts were large and even they looked powerful. She was the only girl of the whole display that was chained. She had ankle chains, to keep her from running Anastasia said. "She is out of the deepest South. The tribes there are fierce and the women fight along with the men. This dangerous creature was captured by an enemy tribe and sold quickly so her own people couldn't rescue her. She is still virgin. The warrior women of her tribe remain virgins until they give up the spear. Once in a guarded harem there will be no need of the chains, of course. "Does she speak the common tongue?" "Yes, she does. She does have a thick accent though. I may take a bit to get used to it." I approached the ebon goddess and looked her in the eye. "She," I nodded at Anastasia, "says you are a warrior. Is that true?" I received a flash of indignation and then a mask of impassivity. "No," She announced shortly, it was abrupt and final. "I... was... warrior. I taken, chained, sent be with women, cleaned and presented to man. I lost spear. Not warrior. Time for be woman." "If I make you my woman, will you run? Will you try to hurt me or my other women?" "Not hurt like warrior. Can you make your woman? Are you strong man enough? May hurt like woman. See other women, weak, soft. Woman of Vannaikar not weak, not soft. Need strong man, or break." She looked at me with a measuring gaze and then looked back forward, staring at the far wall. I didn't know if this was wise but leaned forward with my mouth right by her ear. "Bring it, Bitch, you'll find yourself bloody on both ends, lying at my feet with your maiden blood on my dick." I got her attention with that. She looked at me for a moment, and then returned to her staring at the wall. After I had purchased her Anastasia asked me where I wanted them to be sent. "We have a covered wagon for such deliveries, you don't want them parading through the streets where any beggar and urchin can stare upon them, do you?" "Have them delivered to the Harem in the Royal Palace. His Royal Majesty is building a section for them, but foe now they'll have to stay in his harem. I'm sure Mother will question them good before she lets them out of her clutches." I realized that Anastasia was staring at me in open mouthed consternation. "My Prince," she stammered, "I did not know... I mean..." It was comical to see her finally lose that air of calm sexy attentiveness. It made her even more attractive actually. "I did not want to be charged double or triple for my purchases. You were not supposed to know, yet I did not think the secret would have held. I'm surprised you did not hear, especially when we had our break." She thought about that for a moment and then turned unbelievingly to face Zeraph. "You, you, scoundrel!" She condemned him soundly. "You said you served a noble house as purchaser." "I do purchase things for His Majesty." Zeraph also seemed to be enjoying her discomfiture. Anastasia wasn't the hostess for such a high quality establishment as this for the fact she was beautiful alone. She quickly pulled her wits about her and turned again to me. "I most humbly apologize for the tone, My Prince. And," she shot a glance at Zeraph again. "I do hope you are pleased with your service while you were here, My Prince, and your purchases." "As long as these were the very best stock you have available I have absolutely no complaints." "Oh, Yes, My Prince." She hastened to assure him. "We have some other very excellent models for sale but these were the very best in the perameters you set." "Then, thank you, Mistress Anastasia. I do believe we have reached a mutually beneficial arrangement. If you would send my purchases up to the Palace I would be most grateful." "Of course, My Prince." She curtsied deeply. "Is there any other service I or my company can provide you with?" Something in her eyes told me that if she had known who I was it would have been she and not Mia who would have been "helping" me earlier. I decided I was glad to have missed the experience. "I think we have had as much fun as one day can hold. We'll take our leave of you now. Have a very good day, madam." We walked out of the pleasure slave area and gathered our waiting soldiers and began the fairly long trip back to the Palace. I found myself floating in a giddy haze. I had a harem!