Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2016 08:46:27 +0000 (UTC) From: simon peter Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 8 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 8 By Simon Peter Hamed stretched, lying naked between his two slaves. Both Igor and Rasheed, also naked, lay on either side of him. The young prince yawned, with a huge morning wood. He looked at Omar the eunuch, who had brought in some breakfast, and smiled, not covering himself. "Have you had a relaxing, restful night, your highness?" the eunuch smirked, his eyes moving from Hamed's face to his boner, to the two sleeping slaves. Being a eunuch did not mean that Omar couldn't have erections or ejaculate sperm, but the sperm would be dead! "You peeked!" the prince said accusingly. Of course, Omar would peek. Omar would also jerk off as he watched the three boys entangled together in hot sex. "Surely not, highness. You told me not to peek, so I didn't," Omar said. "Come suck my cock, eunuch," Hamed ordered. He loved to order the muscled eunuch around, especially since Omar was the best cocksucker in the world. Omar leaned between the prince's legs and took the hard cock between his lips. He could smell semen all over the place, not only caught in the young prince's pubic hairs and over his thighs, dried but pungent. The whole tent was reeking with man juice. Omar knew exactly how all this semen spurted from the young cocks. He had squirted gallons himself as he watched the action. Now he got busy gulping down the young prince's cock. Hamed ejaculated a load into the eunuch's mouth, and then pushed him off his spent dick, and wrapped a sheet around his waist. He exited the tent to take a piss. Meanwhile, the two naked slaves started to awaken. Rasheed opened his eyes, his erection majestically reaching well over his navel, his balls hanging low, and he noticed the food laid out and the eunuch waiting on them. "Come eat, slave," Omar said regally, as if he wanted to set the hierarchy of orders, but unable to move his eyes from the boy's monster cock. Igor sat up, also with an erection, not as impressive as Rasheed's, but quite a man-cock. The two slaves went at the food with gusto. Neither of them had had such rich fare. They stuffed themselves without bothering to dress or to go for a leak. They sported their erections even while they ate, under the eyes of the eunuch, who was feasting himself on the eye candy in front of him. "Well, well," Hamed re-entered the tent. "You boys are sure hungry." Igor and Rasheed immediately dropped whatever food they had in their hands, quickly gulped down what was in their mouths, and shot up to their feet, standing rigidly in front of the prince. "Hmmm, that's better," Hamed said with a regal tone. He didn't want the eunuch to think that he was getting soft around slaves, and then go and tell his uncle on him. "Omar, leave," he said. "If I catch you peeking I will ask my uncle to send you to be paraded in The Place in front of a sheikh looking for a eunuch to fuck. Understand?" Omar bowed. "Yes, Highness. As you say, Highness," and he exited. Hamed approached the two slaves standing at attention, naked and delicious. "Ok, guys, you can quit the act," he smiled and groped both crotches, fisting the two erections. "You already miss me, huh?" The two slaves relaxed and smiled back at the prince, thrusting their pelvises, giving him more access to their young, throbbing tools. Hamed let go of the penises, slapped their butts and ordered them off to the toilet. He would have a lot of fun with them later. Now he was famished and he set onto the breakfast food with appetite. Hamed and his slaves spent the morning playing ball out in the desert. They were in shorts, naked torsos. To any observer, they looked like any three young, handsome boys have some healthy, sweaty fun. When the sun became unbearable around noon time, Hamed led his slaves to the oasis, where they dropped their shorts and lay naked in the shade of the palm trees, cooling off. Without invitation, as if by prior agreement, Igor and Rasheed started on Hamed's cock, licking and fondling and sucking. They were rewarded with an instant erection. Hamed relaxed, closed his eyes, and gave in to the two hot mouths servicing his hard cock. When he ejaculated a few minutes later, he did so with force, the boy juice spurting feet up in the air and hitting the boys on their upturned faces. "You are good slaves," Hamed heaved as Igor and Rasheed licked the remaining drops of cum off the prince's cock. "Yes, your highness. And you are a good prince," Igor said, rubbing his erection on Hamed's thigh. Rasheed took the cue and lay on the other side of the young prince, also rubbing his erection on the other thigh. The slaves lifted Hamed's legs; they both kissed his mouth as their hands fondled the balls and ass crack, already slimy with semen. Hamed erected instantly before getting soft from his ejaculation. "Let me make you happy, my prince," Rasheed whispered, rubbing his hardness on the prince's thigh. Hamed turned over and lay on his stomach on the sand, the warmth and grittiness under him sending shivers throughout his young body. Rasheed mounted the prince, his monster cock pressing on the firm, fuzzy butt, throbbing. Last night, neither slave had attempted any anal sex with the prince. Rasheed had not had any idea about man-ass fucking, his having been a virgin up till then. But Hamed fucked Rasheed's tight ass more than once, making him sore. Now he wanted to return the favor. Rasheed lay fully on top of the prince, his monster cock between the prince's thighs, rubbing up and down. Igor kneeled at Hamed's head, and Hamed immediately started sucking on Igor's offered balls and cock. When Rasheed's cockhead found the prince's hole and pressed on it, Hamed tensed. That was a huge rod at his hole. But he closed his eyes, his mouth full of Igor cock, and tried to relax. Rasheed couldn't penetrate, however. He used a lot of spit, and Hamed raised his butt to give the slave better access, but there was no penetration. "You're too big, slave," Hamed croaked as he let go of Igor's cock and sat up. "We will try again in the tent. Now suck me off." Rasheed sucked Hamed off, swallowing a second princely load. Simultaneously, Igor fed his load down the prince's throat. The three boys ran all the way back to the tent. There was food, and there was Omar. "Your highess," Omar greeted them. "Sheikh Nahed wants for you to join him this evening. And bring the slaves with you." Hamed found it loathsome to have to share his two new companions with his uncle. But he couldn't say no to Sheikh Nahed. He owed everything to his uncle. He would go, but he would try his best not to let his uncle use his boys in the way he used his harem. By the time Hamed, Igor and Rasheed got to Sheikh Nahed's villa, the sheikh was already in the grand hall, his harem already naked and performing in the center of the hall. What was different was the person lounging next to the sheikh, surprisingly not naked like the rest of them. The new arrival to Sheikh Nahed's boy-harem, supplied last night by Sheikh Fahed who owned and ran The Place, or more specifically the salve market, was the sweetest boy that Hamed had laid eyes on. He was struck by the innocence of the boy, his smooth face cheeks, his blue-green eyes, his light skin, but mostly, his long eyelashes. Sheikh Nahed was fondling the boy's crotch, but the new slave sat immobile, not even an expression on his face, not as if someone was groping his cock and balls. He must have been 13 or 14 years old at the most, Hamed estimated. Hamed wanted him. "Hello, Uncle," Hamed bowed in front of the sheikh, who never took his hand off his new slave's crotch. "My growing nephew," Nahed beamed. "Come sit beside me and tell me about the two morsels we bought you yesterday." "You are doing so much for me, Uncle," Hamed said gratefully as he sat next to his uncle. "Your morsel is good enough to eat." "That, my boy," Sheikh Nahed laughed, "was all I did with him last night." The two princes laughed together. "Two for one?" Sheikh Nahed eventually asked his nephew. "Huh?" Hamed grunted as Igor and Rasheed fondled his nipples and massaged his chest under the white robe. "Swap? Your two for my one?" Nahed explained, bringing the new slave's face closer to him and kissing him fully on the lips. The boy remained unmoved, a glassy look in his eyes, just like a statue. Hamed's heart went out to the boy. At once, he nodded, even though he had grown very fond of the two acquisitions that he had received. "For one night?" Hamed didn't want to give up Igor and Rasheed, but he certainly wasn't passing over the new boy, especially after watching how sad and lethargic the slave was. Igor and Rasheed stayed back after Hamed whispered to them what the situation was, and how he was trying to steal the new slave from his uncle and add him to his harem. He left with the new boy. "Name?" Hamed asked the boy as they entered his tent. The slave kept his eyes lowered to the floor, but Hamed noticed the long eye lashes and his heart raced. "Ivan, Highness" the boy said in a low voice. "From?" "Budapest. Born in Moscow." "Strip." Ivan stripped and stood naked, eyes glued to the carpet covering the tent floor. Hamed reached over and raised the boy's head with his hand on the boy's chin. The slave stared at him without any expression. Hamed leaned and kissed the boy lightly on the lips. It was a frozen pair of lips that touched his. Still holding the boy's chin, Hamed smiled at him. "What are you afraid of, Ivan?" Hamed asked gently. He needed to set the slave at ease, to break the front that Ivan had constructed to protect himself. "Nothing, your highness," Ivan mumbled. "You can tell me," Hamed insisted. "Has my uncle hurt you?" Ivan nodded, a tear streaming down his smooth cheek. Hamed wiped the tear away with his thumb. "With me, you will not be hurt. Do you understand? You will be my slave, but also my companion. No hurt." Hamed pulled the boy to him in a hug as Ivan heaved, tears running down his face and onto the prince's white dishdash. Hamed made sure that his front did not touch the boy. He didn't want Ivan to feel his erection, not yet. After a few minutes, the heaving boy began to settle. Hamed made him lie on the cushions, covering his crotch with the robe he had been wearing. He filled a glass of juice and gave it to the boy. As Ivan took the glass, Hamed noticed a glint of life in the boy's eyes. Yes. That was more like it. Hamed lay back next to Ivan, not touching. The boy drank the juice, but he flinched when Hamed placed a hand on his thigh. "Does this make you feel bad?" Hamed asked not moving his hand away. Ivan nodded. "Please, your highness, don't hurt me," he begged, fresh tears welling in his eyes. "I told you, Ivan. As long as you are with me, you will never be hurt, not by me, not by anyone else. I will ask my uncle to let you stay here with me." Standing up, the prince called Omar. "Go to my uncle, Omar, and ask him to permit Igor and Rasheed to come here. I need them." Omar smiled, eyed the slave boy, barely covered, with lust, and nodded. "Yes, highness." Hamed thought that by bringing the other two slaves, Ivan would feel safer, more relaxed. Hamed was right. Igor and Ivan got famously together. They were speaking Hungarian or Russian or some strange language. "Boys," Hamed ordered. "Speak something that we can understand." "Yes, prince," the two Hungarians smiled. Igor was already rubbing his hand up and down Ivan's thigh and Hamed found this very erotic. He stood a couple of meters away, watching, his young cock tenting the white robe. Igor smiled at Ivan and said: "Watch." He crawled between Hamed's legs, reached up from under the dishdash and grabbed the prince's cock, moving it up and down against the cotton fabric. Rasheed knelt and put his lips at the bulge, nibbling and licking. Ivan watched, breathless and he said something to Igor. Still moving Hamed's cock up and down against Rasheed's mouth, Igor told the prince: "Ivan says if he can take my place?" "Only if he is comfortable and feels safe," Hamed eyed the new slave. "No one can be safe with your tool, Highness," Igor jibed, pressing on the hard cock, and nodded for Ivan to approach. Without hesitation or fear, Ivan reached up and held onto the hard rod of the young prince, stroking it. Hamed hitched up his robe and an instant later Rasheed's lips were around his cock knob. Ivan fed Rasheed the prince's cock, and Rasheed swallowed hungrily. Igor slid behind the prince, still squatting, and, spreading the young prince's butt cheeks, started eating his ass. Hamed's moans were so loud that Omar rushed into the tent. "My prince," he shouted. "Is every..." He stopped in mid-sentence as he saw the scene in the center of the tent. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" screamed Hamed. "Come only when I call you." Hamed thrust deeper down Rasheed's throat as Ivan cupped his tightening balls and Igor probed his hole with his tongue. The explosion was immense. The young prince shot long squirts of cum covering the three boys' faces and mouths. They licked and Rasheed went back on the cock, sucking the last drops of princely cum. Sheikh Nahed agreed that his nephew could add Ivan to his growing boy-harem. The three boys enjoyed sex to the maximum, each comfortable in whatever role he was playing. Sometimes, the young prince would just lay back on the silk cushions and watch his three slaves sucking and fucking on the Persian carpet, as he stroked his cock until he shot his load. Sometimes, more often, the young prince would be right in the middle as the boys sucked his cock, fed him whichever cock was available, and fucked his tight young ass. As days went by, Hamed and his three slaves became friends. Real friends. But only when they were alone. They used the oasis most of the time. They played together like any young group of teenagers would play. They fucked together like men with huge cocks and huger loads of man semen. But they made sure to play prince and slaves whenever the eunuch or Sheikh Nahed was around. Hamed sometimes even "lent" Rasheed to his uncle. Nahed loved huge young cocks and Rasheed was perfect for that role. Would Hamed start thinking about increasing the number of his Harem? He hadn't gotten tired of the three boys yet, but he had promised himself that he would build a boy-harem larger than his uncle's. However, the young prince was still young. He had plenty of time. And he would use the time wisely.