Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2016 14:07:19 +0000 (UTC) From: simon peter Subject: The Prince and His Harem Part 5 Dear Reader This story, like many of my other stories, has elements that are based on real personal experiences. However, the names and places are all fictitious. If you feel like sending me a comment, negative or positive, please do so: simon23232@yahoo.com I would love to read your comments and suggestions. Also, very importantly, please donate to keep nifty going. Thanks. Simon The Prince and His Harem Part 5 By Simon Peter Note: This part of "The Prince and his Harem" was inspired by a very dear friend, Nat, who was able to follow the turns of the preceding four parts and who suggested what will follow here and in Part 5. Nat: Thank you. Simon Prince Hamed was in bliss. Never in his fourteen years had he experienced such pleasures. His pleasures used to be centered on football and ice cream and video games. Now he had turned to cocks and asses. More importantly: to Robert. He loved the English young man with a passion that he could not explain. Robert loved him back, or at least that was how he felt with his tutor. Since the day of his fourteenth birthday a few weeks ago, when his uncle, Sheikh Nahed, surprised him with this English escort to tutor him on the pleasure of manhood, young Hamed was getting more and more adept at understanding his body and the urges that he felt. Robert was supposed to tutor him into the ways of gay sex. Not that he needed much tutoring. His ignorance was over-ridden by his enthusiasm. He was now a man by the standards of his tribe. Whenever a boy started to get erections, especially if the boy was as hung as Hamed was at this age, and as soon as his spasms turned to actual ejaculation of semen, he was considered a man. Coming of age in Hamed's tribe meant supplying the youngster-turned-man with a string of female houris. But Hamed was not interested in females, no matter how delicious they tried to be. Before the advent of Robert, the young prince had been more interested in the hunk of a slave he had, Omar the eunuch. His uncle had sensed this. Sheikh Nahed had taken the responsibility of Hamed's well-being since the boy's parents died of a car accident three years before. Robert was a life-changing presence for Hamed. The young prince could not stand being away from the Englishman for one second. He would fret and kick and swear until Robert appeared, at which time he would turn into sweet jelly. Robert reciprocated by gentle touching and kissing and groping. It went without saying that they fucked constantly, discovering new ways and techniques to enhance their love making. "Hello, beautiful," Robert said as he walked into the tent where Hamed was reclining on the silk cushions, his white robe showing that he was naked under it, the dark skin of his body revealed through the cotton fabric, as well as his pronounced crotch, outlining his impressive dick and balls. "Beautiful?" Hamed sighed, stretching, arching his back, his young lank body inviting and sensual. "You are my sun and stars, Englishman. You are my magnet. You are my love." It was only from a fourteen-year-old kid, totally in love, that these words would come out. Omar the eunuch, standing in the corner of the tent, smiled. He totally approved of this relationship, watching the young prince become a man and experiencing "love." Robert basked in this flow of emotions. As far as he is concerned, he did love the young prince. He loved the attention. He loved the money and presents. But most of all, he loved the appreciation that the young boy showed when Robert fucked him. As an escort, back in England, emotions had been outside the equation. His fucking had been a profession with no place for feelings. It had been purely physical. His attractive physique and his impressive manhood equipment had paid off when the rich Sheikh contracted him to come here, to this hot desert, to tutor his kid nephew. At first, Robert accepted because of the money only. The Sheikh had made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Now, Robert had developed decided feelings for the young prince. Robert bent over and kissed Hamed on the lips. The prince immediately reached out and grabbed the Englishman's crotch, feeling the cock inside the shorts. He just couldn't help himself. The English cock attracted him like a magnet. "When will you get used to wearing a dishdash instead of these stupid shorts?" Hamed complained, rubbing the cock and balls through the fabric, his own dishdash tenting with the inevitable erection. Robert laughed, arching his back to allow the young boy to massage his crotch. "It wouldn't do for me to walk around with my dick revealed to all, would it?" he said, his cock starting to erect. "Do you love me?" Hamed said, his eyes glaring at Robert with both passion and indecision, his hand grabbing Robert's cock and balls. "I love you, Hamed," Robert asserted, undoing his shorts buttons. His 8-inch uncircumcised cock popped out, already glistening. Hamed instantly gobbled the erection. He had technique now. He was able to deep throat his lover. Although he was still practicing, he made sure to follow Robert's instructions regarding deep throating. Closing his eyes, he slowly went down all the way to the base, allowing for his breathing and swallowing, pursed his lips tightly around the hard shaft, his nose buried in the pubic hair but clear enough to breathe, his head lifted at an upward angle to clear the passage of the cock shaft down his throat opening, his throat muscle contracting on the cock head, massaging it, his wet tongue sliding up and down the shaft. Robert shivered with the sensations streaming from his cock and nuts. The boy was a good student. A couple of minutes later, as Hamed alternating between deep throating and sliding the cock in and out of his mouth between pursed lips, Robert shot his first load for the day. It was fairly fast for an escort who could control his ejaculation. With Hamed, he just let go. "That was quick," Hamed smiled up at Robert, smacking his lips. "You are becoming an expert cock sucker," Robert sighed, tucking his dick inside his shorts. "And I love you," Hamed repeated, struck by the beautiful young man standing in front of him, pulling the foreskin down and licking the shiny cock slit. Omar cleared his throat, a smirk on his lips. "Fuck you, Omar," the young prince addressed the eunuch, still holding onto Robert's softening cock. "As if you haven't sucked cock!" "Master prince," Omar bowed, still smirking, "but you are the expert." Hamed smiled. "Thanks to my love. He made me the expert." The young boy kissed the cock he was fisting. The prince looked up at the face of the Englishman with adoration. However, he sensed something different today. Usually, Robert would lie next to him and make love to him, gently and slowly, taking his time, exploring every inch of his teen body. This morning, Robert had just stood in front him, had presented his cock for sucking, and had shot his load within a few minutes. "What is it, my love?" Hamed asked, his voice starting to shake, fear gripping his stomach. Robert sighed and lay down on the cushions, next to the boy, spooning him, arms around his waist, lips at his neck. "Nothing for you to worry about, baby," he whispered in the boy's ear, nudging his crotch at the boy's butt. Robert had just come from Sheikh Nahed's villa. The Sheikh had commended him for doing such a good job with the nephew, but he thought that now Hamed was tutored enough. Besides, Robert's visa was about to expire and the sheikh was not going to apply for an extension. Robert had been asked to fly out of the princedom the next day. With a very fat check to augment his now-very impressive bank account, but with a heavy, empty heart, Robert needed to break the news to the love-struck young boy in his arms. Robert hesitated as he pressed on the prince's firm butt, feeling his cock erecting again. Hamed moaned and ground back on Robert's crotch. Omar watched from the corner of the tent, his own crotch tenting. Robert held the boy tighter, lifting his dishdash up to his waist, exposing the dark-skinned butt. His hand reached around for the teenage cock. It was already hard and throbbing. He fisted it with one hand and managed to pull down his shorts with the other. His cock slid inside the boy's crack. Hamed's moans got louder as he felt the hardness between his naked thighs, rubbing in and out slowly, seductively. Robert turned Hamed's head around and worked on his mouth as his cock prodded the ass crack grinding back into his crotch. With every thrust between the boy's thighs, Robert felt the twitching of the tight asshole. Robert loved the boy dearly, but he knew that Hamed was going to be heart-broken. Very gently, Robert entered the prince's body. Hamed bit on Robert's lower lip as his young tight ass stretched for the invading cock. "I love you, Robert, I love you, I love you, Robert, I love you," the prince repeated as more cock slid inside his body. He pushed back, hungry for the whole shaft to fill him. He got used to the pain of anal penetration. Robert had technique and never forced himself onto the teenage prince. In sync with his slow, deep fucking, Robert stroked the boy's hard dick. He could feel his young lover turning to jelly in his arms. His mouth never stopped the kissing and licking and nibbling as his fucking tempo increased. Robert exploded, filling the young prince with semen. Hamed squeezed with all his strength on the spewing cock, milking it, and simultaneously squirting into Robert's stroking hand. Omar shot all over the floor of the tent as he watched the fuck scene. They lay together in the same position, Robert still spooning Hamed, still inside him, still licking and kissing him. "I need to tell you something, my prince," Robert whispered, nibbling on the boy's ear. "What is it, my love?" Hamed whispered back, his eyes closed, his body still shaking with the intensity of the fucking and his own ejaculation. "I have to leave," Robert said, his heart pounding with anxiety for the boy. "Leave?" the boy's voice went up one level in pitch. "What do you mean leave?" Robert's cock slid out of the boy, but he kept the embrace, pressing his slimy crotch on the boy's back. "Go back to England." Hamed jumped up with a start. Careless about Robert's semen seeping out of his ass onto his thighs, Hamed screamed, "You can't. You CAN'T! Fuck FUCK FUCK YOU CAN'T!" Robert stood up hitching up his shorts and grabbed the shaking youngster. He pulled him forcefully into a hug. "I have to, baby. I love you, my prince, but I must leave. Tomorrow." Hamed was incoherent, between exclamations and sobbing, he kept repeating "can't... can't..." For a while, shaking like a leaf, Hamed was inconsolable no matter how hard Robert tried. Finally, Omar approached with a glass of some light brown liquid in a glass. "Here, highness. Drink this." Hamed broke from Robert and gazed at the eunuch. With a sudden move, he slapped the glass away, the liquid splattered all over. "Get the fuck out. Bitch. GET OUT! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Hamed's face was covered with tears, his body shaking. "Please, Robert. Tell me you're not serious. Why? WHY? What have I done to make you leave? Whatever it is, I'm sorry, sorry, SORRY! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!" At this moment, Sheikh Nahed entered the tent. "Boy," he admonished the prince. "Settle down. Get hold of yourself. Robert's contract is finished and he has to leave the princedom." Still shaking, Hamed regarded his uncle with an incredulous look. "But Uncle, I want him to stay. Please arrange for Robert to stay. Uncle? Please?" Sheikh Nahed needed to teach the boy a lesson in self-control. Princes should be able to get hold of their emotions. "Robert goes back to his country. Tomorrow. That's settled." With a shriek, the young boy lifted his dishdash and dashed out of his tent onto the searing heat of the desert. He ran, blinded by his tears, shaking with rage. Stumbling over the sand, Hamed ran, mindless of his hostile surroundings, heading for the oasis, the place where he and Robert had had the most intense sex ever. Robert moved to follow the boy but was held back by the sheikh. "No, Robert. Let him deal with it. He is now a man." "But, your highness, Hamed is still a teenager. Even with a man's cock, the prince is a boy. Let me go and try to make it easier for him." "I said no. Now go and pack. Your plane leaves first thing in the morning. Don't show yourself here anymore. If you need sex, go to my place. There are plenty of boys there to please you. But most importantly, leave the prince alone." Hamed walked back slowly to his tent, spent, tired, heart-broken, feeling miserable. He had spent the whole night lying on the sand, butt-naked, crying and heaving, napping between bouts of anger and hurt. He would have killed anyone had they appeared in front of him. The rage was still there, but he had decided to act instead of cry. Storming into the tent, he shouted for the eunuch. "Your Highness. I was concerned about you." Hamed slapped the Omar's face, hard. "Shut up, you fuck! Only speak when I address you." Omar bowed. "Yes, your Highness," he whispered. Hamed kicked at the sand, sending it all over the tent, and then he forced himself to control his rage. Act. Do not cry. "Has Robert left?" he asked the eunuch, his voice forced back to normal. Omar nodded, still bowed in front of the young prince. "Go to my uncle's house and bring me two of his boys... no, three... bring FOUR fucking boys." "Yes, Highness," the eunuch said. "Can I get you something to eat?" Hamed responded with another hard slap across the eunuch's face. "Speak when I command it. I told you. I will not repeat. Now, go." Around fifteen minutes later, four boys and the eunuch entered the tent. Hamed was reclining against the cushions in his now crumpled dishdash. He looked totally disheveled. He watched the four boys bow in front of him. "Disrobe," Hamed commanded. The boys stood naked. They were used to being used! They obeyed. None of them was a sweet and sexy as Robert, Hamed was thinking. "Omar. Get naked also." Omar did. Unlike the boys, Omar was already erected. For a eunuch, he had quite an appetite for sex, and the four boys looked extremely delicious. "Suck cock, Omar." The eunuch dropped to his knees in front of the naked boys and started on their dicks, moving from one to the other, until he got them all hard and dripping of spit. Every time Omar reached for his own erection to stroke it, the prince kicked him on the butt and ordered him not to touch himself. Again, one after another, the boys ejaculated into the eunuch's sucking mouth. Hamed lay watching, lethargic, not even developing an erection. "Leave," he ordered. Alone, he heaved and went through another bout of crying. He couldn't help himself. He already missed the Englishman. Why would his uncle be so cruel? He knew that Robert cared for him. It was his uncle's decision, not Robert's. Don't cry! Act, you wimp! Hamed, with the help of Omar the eunuch, was on a flight to London. It had taken him a few hours to secretly arrange for the trip. Omar already knew Robert's address in England, but the eunuch categorically refused to let the prince leave alone. No matter what tantrums Hamed had thrown, Omar would not budge. He would accompany the prince. They landed in London and drove straight to the hotel. The suite was luxurious with a breath-taking view of the city. But Hamed cared not for the view, not for the suite, not for the fucking city. He wanted Robert. Tears were streaming down his smooth face as he watched Omar trying to contact Robert. "Prayers to the Almighty. Find my love. I want my love," he kept muttering as he went onto his knees in the middle of the suite, in teary prayer. "Here he is, Highness," Omar told the boy, handing him the phone. Hamed gulped down his tears and took the phone in shaking hands. "Robert? Robert? Hello, Robert, is that you?" he said chokingly, trying not to sound whiny. "Prince Hamed?" came the sweet voice of the young prince's lover through the earpiece like manna from heaven. "Robert, oh, Robert, come to me. I love you. Oh, I wait for you. Come. Now. I love you, Robert." "My prince," Robert said. "I told you yesterday that I couldn't stay. I can't come to you. I'm in London." "So am I. Oh, my Robert. I'm here, in London, here. Come, come. Come." Robert was aghast. What did this young prince want? Marry him? Following him to London! Robert liked the kid. He loved fucking his tight boy hole. But this was getting pretty sticky. Robert was not the one to be tied down, definitely not to an oil boy-prince. Also, he couldn't afford losing the rich prince and his rich uncle. "Give me the address," Robert said. He could treat the boy to a couple of days in London, show him the sights, fuck his brains, and send him back to his desert. Hamed gave the phone back to Omar, unable to breathe. "Tell him where we are. Tell him we can send a limousine for him. Tell him. Tell him." Hamed was squeaking, but he couldn't help it. Hearing Robert's voice sent his body into convulsions, of love and of pain. Robert walked into the suite and the young boy ran into his arms. Robert held the boy tightly and their mouths met with a hungry kiss, as if they hadn't seen each other in years. It had been only less than a day ago that Robert's cock had been buried inside Hamed's body, filling the prince with his semen. "Oh, I love you, Robert. Oh, why did you leave? I love you," Hamed covered the escort's face with boy kisses. Omar watched discreetly, starting to get a boner. The ensuing half hour or so was intense and violent. Robert's deep-throating the kid was forceful, his fucking the prince's ass merciless. Hamed basked in this intense sex with his lover. Because Hamed was under age, Robert couldn't get him into the bars and clubs of London. "Pay them," the young prince pouted. "A thousand. TEN thousand. My uncle told me that everyone can be bought." "Except minors in a bar or a gay club," Robert smiled, stroking the young prince's smooth face cheek. "You understand, my prince," Robert added, "that you will have to go back to your country in a few days, right?" "But I want to stay with you. I want to marry you. I LOVE YOU." It took a lot of cajoling to convince the prince that it wasn't going to work. Finally, with a face covered with tears, the boy said goodbye in Heathrow airport and returned to his tent. In his rage, Hamed found some solace with his uncle's boys. But he needed his own harem. Only a dozen or so would perhaps replace a small piece of his love for Robert. If he can't have the Englishman, the prince can have his own boy harem. A thousand of them! With the help of Omar, Hamed set out to plan for his boys.