Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2016 17:26:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 14

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The Prince and his Harem Part 14

By Simon Peter


The young prince Hamed was growing up fast. It was only two years ago that
he had celebrated his 14th birthday, which marked the occasion of his
becoming a man, as per his tribal culture. As soon as a boy was able to
erect, fuck and impregnate, he stopped being a boy and became a man.

Now Hamed was preparing for his 16th birthday, another very decisive
occasion in the princedom.

Unlike the other sheikhs, Hamed was a direct descendant of the ruling
family. He stood in a position to be raised and trained to rule. As his
uncle, Sheikh Nahed, once intimated: One day the young prince would
probably become ruler.

 For his 14th birthday, the young prince had been presented with a male
escort from London as a birthday gift from his uncle. Robert had introduced
Prince Hamed to gay sex, and the boy had caught on fast, with much vigor
and enthusiasm, to the satisfaction of his uncle. Sheikh Nahed had a "boy
harem" of young boys of his own that he had bought from the well-known but
illicit "slave market"

that another sheikh, Fahed, ran as a business. Nahed had encouraged his
nephew to start his own harem of boys, buying him his first boy slave,
Igor, the Hungarian 14-year old.

Now Hamed had four boys in his harem. Along with Igor, he had acquired
Ivan, also from Hungary, Rasheed, from Turkmenistan, and Imre from
Nigeria. The fifth boy, Ian from England, who had turned out to be straight
and had not been able to mesh with the group, was set free and sent to his
home with the help of the Minister of Interior, Sheikh Ramzi. All boys had
been kidnapped from their homes and sold here to Sheikh Fahed, who in turn
put them up for sale to other sheikhs in the princedom.

The difference between Hamed's harem and the others' was that to all
concerned, including his manservant Omar the eunuch, the boys were slaves,
bought and paid for. But to Hamed and the boys, they were friends and
companions with the clear understanding that whenever any one of them felt
that he wanted to return to his home, the prince would arrange for him to
do so.

Except for Imre. Hamed was in love with the Nigerian boy he had bought out
of slavery around one year before. The two boys were constantly together,
learned together under Hamed's tutors, played together, and of course slept
together. Their fucking had turned to love-making, and the more sex they
had the more connected they became. Love? Infatuation? Mere Lust? All of
those put together and more.

The other three boys were enjoying all the amenities that the prince's
position afforded them. In front of the others, they behaved like "slaves,"
respectful and obedient. Even Imre, whom Hamed used as an instrument of
influence on Sheikh Ramzi, the sleazy minister of interior, would bow and
call Hamed "your highness" only when addressed, his eyes always lowered to
the floor. Ramzi would do anything for the prince as long as Hamed brought
Imre with him. Imre's 28-centimeter black cock kept Ramzi in delirious
pleasure as it plowed up his slimy ass. This was how Hamed had convinced
the minister to use his powers to arrange for Ian to return to his parents.

Ivan and Igor, the two Hungarian boys, were slowly becoming a couple as
well. This left the Turk boy, Rasheed, as the odd boy out. Rasheed kept to
himself most of the time. From the beginning, he was a loner. However, this
did not mean that the boys turned exclusive, two couples and a single. On
the contrary, they enjoyed each other in all ways possible. The sex they
were having, whether in the prince's tent or in the oasis nearby was
amazing. Five young, healthy boys, with all the lust and vigor that only
teenagers have, engaged in all forms of sex together.

The nights, however, paired them off. Hamed and Imre invariably stayed in
the tent, fucked and slept there, while Ivan and Igor shared one bed in the
prince's villa. Rasheed had his own room, where he spent most of his
evenings reading books supplied by Master Hooman, the old Indian philosophy
tutor. Rasheed was most fascinated by two specific books: Machiavelli's
Prince and Huntington's Clash of Civilizations. He often got into
discussions, sometimes heated, with Hamed who neither agreed with
Machiavelli's logic of rule nor with Huntington's dividing the world into
clashing peoples. Rasheed was becoming the "brainy" boy in the group in
spite of his monster 26-centimeter cock, only two centimeters shy of Imre's
black cock.

Life seemed to be going very nicely for Hamed's household. Even Omar, who
used to snitch to Hamed's uncle, was now behaving after Hamed had
threatened him. Sometimes, Omar even joined the boys in their frolicking,
usually sucking and offering his muscled smooth butt for fucking.

Mostly, however, the young prince was very excited at his new venture:
apprenticeship under Sheikh Ramzi, now that he was turning sixteen. He had
to be trained in diplomatic relations and etiquette and the works of
government, in preparation for a future role as a leader. Imre was his
assistant, of course, since the minister had to have the Nigerian boy close
by whenever his asshole twitched for a rod to impale it. A couple of times,
Imre fucked Ramzi in his office at the ministry, with the minister bent
over the mahogany desk and the young Nigerian raiding his ass with his
usual force and energy, and with Hamed watching the door. The boys didn't
like fucking the slime of a minister, but they did it anyway, ensuring for
themselves power.

Power, Hamed pondered. He needed power. He had one major objective which he
had vowed to reach: stopping the boy slave trade in the princedom. He was
aware of the threats and dangers, but he was adamant. He just couldn't
accept the concept of buying and selling human beings, especially young
boys who been kidnapped away from their homes, enslaved, and then used as
sex toys.

Hamed knew for a fact that a couple of his uncle's boys weren't even
gay. He had seen them fucking in front of his uncle many times, but one
time when he paid a sudden visit to Sheikh Nahed's villa, he walked in on
the two boys, lying with a houri. At first, Hamed had thought that the body
sandwiched between the boys was his uncle, but when he got close he
realized that the boys were fucking a woman, one inside her pussy, the
other up her ass. Probably, he had thought then, all of the boys were
straight but were forced into sex with each other and with his uncle as
slaves.

Gradually, Prince Hamed started to learn the ropes inside the ministry. In
spite of his young age, he proved to be responsible and highly ethical. His
lessons with Master Hooman proved to be invaluable.

"Imre," the young prince addressed his lover as he stretched his young body
one morning before going to work.

Imre ran his hand over Hamed's nude body, reaching for his morning boner
and stroking it slowly, lovingly.

"Yes, baby," he nibbled on Hamed's ear, pressing himself on the prince's
thigh, his beautiful cock immediately rising.

"Did you know that there are more than 25 million human slaves around the
world?" Hamed said, closing his eyes, enjoying the sensations that Imre's
hand on his cock and Imre's throbbing on his thigh were causing.

"Really?" Imre licked the ear lobe. "How many of them are as delicious as I
am?" he asked teasingly, still stroking the hard cock in his hand.

"Come on, Imre," Hamed tried his best to be serious. "Man, it's not only
here, in the Jewel of the Gulf, but everywhere. Even in America. Can you
imagine?"

"Mmm," moaned Imre.

Slowly, the black Nigerian strode across the prince's groin and lowered
himself on the hard cock.

Hamed thrust up, still with eyes closed, and entered his lover's young
body. Within minutes, the prince shot his load inside Imre as Imre stroked
his own big cock and showered Hamed's face and bare chest with his semen.

The two boys lay next to each other, breathing hard. Sex had always been
amazing between them, but the prince's thoughts were in another place,
contemplating the concept of human slavery.

At work, after showering and having breakfast, the young prince was
summoned to the minister's office.

"Prince Hamed," Sheikh Ramzi greeted Hamed with a smile. "Have a seat."

Hamed wondered what the minister wanted from him. Did he want to be fucked
this early in the morning? But he didn't call for Imre. Sheikh Ramzi
usually preferred Imre's black monster to plow his ass.

Ramzi looked Hamed over and emitted a low moan. "You are so young," he
said.

Hamed just stared and nodded, still not guessing at what the minister
wanted.

"As my apprentice," Ramzi smiled, "and the source of a lot of pleasure, I
am suggesting that you take a trip abroad."

"Huh?" Hamed looked at Ramzi quizzically. "Abroad? Where? Why?"

The minister laughed. "I can see you are excited, huh? Well, we have an
agreement of training with many foreign governments. What do you think
about spending one month of training in New York?

Since you have shown interest in technology, this is the place where you
can learn a lot."

"New York?" Hamed felt dizzy. He was being offered an amazing opportunity
to train and gain experience. His mind reeled as he remembered that there
were places in New York where boys were enslaved and sold. The minister's
gaze was expectant.

"Yes, Sheikh Ramzi," Hamed croaked. "Yes, of course. It will be a great
opportunity for me. My uncle will be thrilled."

"I have already spoken with Sheikh Nahed, and, yes, you are right, he is
all for it. On one condition, though."

Hamed looked at Ramzi, waiting for the condition.

Ramzi smiled: "Condition that Omar the eunuch goes with you."

Hamed considered before answering. They were sending Omar as a chaperone or
maybe as a personal guard. Finally, he nodded but added, "And Imre."

Ramzi scratched his head, the smile fading from his face. "Imre the
Nigerian? But he can't leave the country. He needs papers and visas and all
kinds of arrangements."

Ramzi was thinking more of missing the Nigerian's black cock for a whole
month, and Hamed knew this.

"You can surely make all those necessary arrangements, Highness," Hamed
said soothingly.  "Besides, Imre has been assisting me and I need him
beside me. When we get back, both Imre and myself will be full with
gratitude, and... at your service."

Leaving the minister's office, Hamed was on cloud nine. He felt he needed
to jump in the air. Was it coincidence that two weeks earlier he had met
this IT American online? He was researching some applications that he
thought were useful and just by chance, he was connected to this guy, very
young, getting ready to go to college, but a real IT wizard. They chatted a
few times. Frankie looked very hot as well. To Hamed, the American was
different from his other boys.

One of their chats was in Hamed's tent. Both Hamed and Imre had their
shirts off and Frankie had wondered about that. It was Imre who said that
it was quite hot in the desert and going without clothes was
comfortable. Frankie did not inquire more about that even after Imre
wrapped an arm around Hamed. Frankie simply wondered at the exotic world
outside the US.

"Imre. Imre? Where the fuck are you?" Hamed called his friend on his cell.

"Fucking your white ass," Imre answered the phone, teasingly, as usual.

"We are going to New York!" Hamed almost choked with excitement.

The two boys, accompanied by Omar the eunuch, boarded the plane, first
class, heading for the US.

They were going to connect at Heathrow airport in London. Hamed made
arrangements for a two- night layover in London. It would be nice to get in
touch with Robert the escort, and show Imre the city. Omar made the
arrangements.

Hamed was over his infatuation for the English escort, but he still held
deep emotions for Robert who had taught him a lot about being gay and about
drawing the most pleasure from sex with another man.

Robert met them at Heathrow. Hamed hugged the escort and kissed him on the
cheeks, as was customary in his own culture. Robert was a bit embarrassed,
but was glad to see the young boy he had had a lot of gratifying sex with.

Hamed enjoyed his stay in London to the maximum. He had the two loves of
his life: Robert and Imre.

He also enjoyed doing gay London at night, Robert being their expert guide.

"That's one hell of a man cock," Robert exclaimed as he gazed at the naked
Imre in the hotel suite that Omar had reserved for the prince.

Robert approached the Nigerian and held the snake-like black cock, which,
flaccid, was longer than many of the cocks that the escort had
experienced. Imre erected in Robert's hand to a full 28- centimeter man
meat. The size was in contrast to the boy's teenage body. Hamed watched
with pride as Robert stroked the prince's lover's erected cock. Even with
all his experience as an escort, Robert was able to take only half of
Imre's cock down his throat before he gagged. Needless to say, the trio sex
was hot and full of young lust.

New York City was glamorous. Hamed was taken by the lights, the structures
and streets, the hotels and shops, the people. His training did not take
much of his time. His real experience was during the evenings and at
night. All this time, the young prince obsessed about slavery. It was hard
to believe that in such a permissive and democratic society, there would be
slaves traded illicitly. But no matter how hard he researched, Hamed was
not able to find any trace of places that resembled Sheikh Fahed's The
Place back home.

On the third day Hamed was in New York, he met Frankie in person. Frankie
was to show Hamed the intricacies of technology and how it can be used in
effective governing as they had discussed over the Internet before the
prince made the trip to the US. Hamed was totally taken by the technology
and the potential it had, but more interestingly, he was interested in the
young American.

Frankie was tall, slim and handsome, for a techie. He had piercing blue
eyes and a shock of blond hair that he kept unkempt. He also had a couple
of tattoos on his arms and earring studs on both ear lobes.

He exuded masculinity although an aura of nerdness controlled his overall
looks. Hamed was hypnotized by Frankie's long fingers as they danced their
way on the keyboard. He watched Frankie manipulating computers as if they
were his boyhood toys. Hamed wondered what it would be like to take the
young American to bed.

"How do you feel about travelling, Frankie?" Hamed asked the American.

The young prince was fascinated by IT and knew that it was going to be the
future of the world. He also realized that if he were to be in any powerful
position, he had to get into the new technologies.

Frankie was his key.

Frankie turned from the computer screen in front of him to regard the
prince.

"Are you offering me a job?" he asked.

"Well, you haven't gone to college yet, but if you can spend a year of
training in the Jewel of the Gulf with me, it would help you get into any
university you like. Or perhaps we could negotiate something more permanent
for you back home."

Imre, watching a few meters away, smiled at how Hamed, his lover, had
matured in the few months he spent at the ministry. Imre was also
interested in Frankie. The American would be sweet in bed, the Nigerian
mused.

Hamed and Imre had discussed the exclusivity issue in sex. Hamed had asked
Master Hooman about that.

"No one can own another one," the wise Indian tutor had said. "Therefore,
how can someone own their body? They can take care of their body, yes, it's
their duty... but own it?" Master Hooman had regarded the young prince with
intensity, making sure he took the point.

"It's true," Imre had commented later when Hamed told him what the master
had said. "If you get to suck my cock, do you own it? If I let you suck my
cock, do I own it? Or your mouth? Master Hooman is wise."

Before making the offer to Frankie, Hamed had called home. Both his uncle
and Sheik Ramzi had encouraged him, realizing the importance of IT and of
bringing in young men who were experts in the field. Sheikh Nahed had asked
him jokingly whether the American had a nice ass; Sheik Ramzi was more
interested in Frankie's dick. Hamed had answered that he thought it best
that sex was kept out of the deal. Frankie would be hired because of his
expertise in IT not in sex. He had thought it best to keep his sexual
attraction to the young American to himself for the moment.

"Do you think we will get to have a piece of the American's ass?" Imre
asked Hamed as they lay next to each other after a hot bout of sex.

"Imre," Hamed chided. "You always think of sex. There are other important
things than fucking to consider in life."

"Oh, yea? I think that the only important thing you were considering a few
minutes ago was my dick up your hot, tight ass! Let's go fuck in the
shower."

They fucked in the shower. But the young prince's thoughts were on how to
gain more power. Frankie was one key. Hamed kissed Imre lovingly, but he
realized that power was higher in his ladder of priorities.

The young prince returned home, the only sex that he had had was with
Robert in London and with his lover, Imre. Frankie would join them a week
later, as soon as Sheikh Ramzi issued his entry visa.

Hamed was extremely excited about the American, in more ways than one!