Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2016 13:09:42 +0000 (UTC) From: simon peter Subject: The Prince and his Harem Part 9 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 9 By Simon Peter The prince's days were spent in frolicking with his boy-harem, now three of them. Igor the Hungarian, Ivan the Russian-Hungarian, and Rasheed the Turk. Hamed had decided to treat his slaves as companions. This of course paid off grandly. Whereas his uncle's boys were more or less toys to be played with, his own became passionate and grateful sex partners and play buddies. The young prince maintained the proper treatment with his slaves in front of his uncle, Sheikh Nahed, and his servant, Omar the eunuch. Once in a while, Sheikh Nahed would hanker after a huge boy dick, and Hamed had to send him Rahseed with his 26-cm cock. Other than that, the uncle was satisfied that his nephew had gotten over the English escort that he had brought for him on his 14th birthday as a present. Robert was now in London, and Hamed seemed engrossed with his slaves forgetting his infatuation with the English boy. Hamed, however, realized that he needed to be educated in other areas than sex. He made sure to attend classes in English and math and Arabic. He made his three boys attend the sessions with him, thus making the sessions more like a regular classrooms. His tutors gave Sheikh Nahed glowing reports and the young prince was proving to be a very smart boy. He grew in both mind and body. His slim, boy chest started to take a man-shape, his spindly thighs to grow some muscles, his dick to get longer. In the evenings, it was a different story. If Omar or his uncle were attending, Hamed made his boys act like Sheikh Nahed's boys: kissing and sucking and fucking in the center of the tent, for the entertainment of the two princes. But alone, there was more passionate love-making. Hamed enjoyed topping, but with his friends, he would get fucked more often than fuck. The young prince matured fast, and the bond between him and his boys increased. He supplied them with everything they cared for: clothes, food, sex and education. And more sex! Six months later, Sheikh Nahed called his nephew over. "There is a special gala night at The Place," the sheikh told Prince Hamed. "Sheikh Fahed told me that he would very much like it if you attend. I am not going to be able to. I'm travelling to Bangkok." "But Uncle," the boy protested. "How can I go alone? I need you to instruct me how to behave there." Sheikh Nahed smiled benevolently. "My boy, you will be fine. Besides, Omar will be there." "Oh, the eunuch," Hamed said disdainfully. Of late, the prince had resented the ever-presence of his eunuch servant. He wanted to be alone with his slaves, his friends. But whenever Omar was around, he had to treat them as slaves, which he hated. And Omar was around almost always. It was if he had been appointed as a chaperone over the prince. "Don't worry, Hamed," the uncle said, wrapping his arm around his young nephew's shoulders, the boy now as tall as his uncle and getting taller by the day. "You are a man and a prince. Very soon, I can see you appointed to an important post in the government. Who knows? You might very well become our future ruler. Now that your father had passed away and you have no brothers, you inherit everything. And I am so proud of you." Hamed worried. He couldn't take his friends with him to the slave market. That wouldn't do. And Omar was not much help. The Place was as grand as Hamed remembered it from when he last visited. There were about a dozen sheikhs with their attendants milling around in the reception hall next to the fancy restaurant. The waiters served champagne. They were all young men, dressed in European costumes, bow ties on white, tight, sleeveless shirts showing their arm muscles and bare torsos, and very tight black pants, most sporting noticeable bulges. Hamed was amazed at what looked like a very rich gay community in the princedom. He had no idea how many sheikhs, some in high government posts, one minister, were there. Were they there to buy slaves? What else? Certainly not for the champagne. The Place was a glorified slave market. And the guests were ogling the young men-waiters, their tongues almost lapping out of their mouths. Around half an hour later, the guests filed into the hall where Hamed had had the private "show" a few months earlier. Inside, there were more tables laden with finger food and fruits. The sexy-clad waiters were milling around with trays of champagne. Hamed dared sip the sparkling alcohol very slowly and infrequently. He didn't want to become too dizzy. He had to have his full wits around him. This was the very first time when he had to behave like a grown man and make decisions accordingly. He was boy no more. One of the sheikhs, around 35 or 36 years old, sidled towards the prince. "May the Almighty be with you, Prince Hamed," he greeted. "And with you," Hamed answered, his heart beating, not knowing how to behave, but trying his best to emulate how his uncle would in similar situations. "Your uncle speaks very highly of you," the sheikh leered. "I am an old friend of your uncle's." Hamed wondered why he had never met this man before, his being so friendly with his uncle. But then again, the young prince was not much into Sheikh Nahed's entourage except for the parties with his boy-harem, and these had always been very private. "My uncle hasn't said," Hamed said, his voice shaking a little. "Oh? We grew up together. I'm Sheikh Ramzi. Nahed and me, we used to have great times together," the sheikh winked meaningfully at Hamed. "That's nice. But my uncles hasn't introduced me to any of his friends." "Oh, yes. Very nice times when we were your age. Very close friends, your uncle and me. Very, very close." The sheikh's expression left nothing to wondering how "close" he and Sheikh Nahed were. Hamed bet that his uncle had fucked Ramzi blind. "And now, you, my prince, Nahed's nephew, so handsome and young," Sheikh Ramzi said. "I would be honored to entertain you some time. You are most welcome, my prince. Consider me and my boys as yours." Hamed needed to shake the sleazy sheikh away. He definitely did not like Ramzi. But he knew that he must accept his invitation. He had been instructed to build good relations with the sheikhs. He groaned inwardly, almost throwing up at the idea of this sleaze sucking on his dong. Lights dimmed, voices hushed, and the show began. As the guests seated themselves, a troupe of five young men came on stage for a dance. The music was western and the men looked European, with light skin and blond hair. They were all dressed in different underwear: from loose boxers to very tight briefs, otherwise naked. The dance was erotic and the men gyrated to the music and against each other. Hamed wished he were with his friends instead. He was enjoying the scene, but sex with Rasheed, Igor and Ivan was way better than any show Prince Fahed could put on. The men finished their number and moved around the room. They would stop by each of the sheikhs. They would then be "examined." Hamed noticed the sheikhs grabbing and rubbing and prodding the young men. One forty-ish sheikh pulled one of the dancing men down onto his lap and started grating his crotch onto the man's butt. The dancer smiled and responded with similar moves, his bare arm wrapped around the old man's neck. When the dancer left, the sheikh handed one of the waiters a note. Hamed reflected: One slave bought and paid for. The dancers were much older than Hamed, in their late teens or early twenties. Hamed was thinking of adding to his harem. But he wouldn't want an older man. He already had Omar. Hamed scanned the hall for the eunuch. Sure enough, Omar was standing near the door, hands crossed across his chest, watching. A loud bong reverberated in the hall. A muscled man, bare torso, loin cloth, sandals, entered the stage pulling on a chain. The other end of the chain was attached to a line of boys. "My Almighty," Hamed gasped to himself. The boys were totally naked. And they were boys! The oldest couldn't have been older than twelve years old. They were pulled onto the stage by the slaver. How cruel! Hamed thought as he watched. How could these things be allowed? He knew that throughout his people's history, the slave trade had been one of their main endeavors. They even sold slaves all the way across the ocean to the Americas. The practice had been discontinued legally, however, but the trade had gone on in private establishments like this one. Hamed watched the boys. They did look pretty. Actually, the young prince enjoyed the naked bodies. Their penises were relatively puny, except... except... what? One of the boys, with a coal-black skin, stepped up into the spotlight. He looked a bit older than the others, and what he sported between his legs was no boy's equipment. Even soft, the black boy's penis was impressive. The slaver showed off the boys one by one. He would make them pose, turn around, bend over, spread their legs, and such. The slaver would fondle the boy penises until they hardened and show them off to the guests. There were around ten boys including the black one. Some were dark-skinned and looked Indian and others were light-skinned, probably European. But the black boy was the most impressive. Hamed's eyes roamed over the hall. He wasn't surprised to notice some of the sheikhs rubbing their crotches. When the black boy's turn came, the slaver made sure that his penis hardened quickly. He kneeled and took the young black penis in his mouth. Hamed almost passed out. He motioned for Omar. "Buy the black boy. Go. Now," Hamed whispered to the eunuch. He hated himself for saying "buy" but if that was what it took, he would do it. The price was exorbitant. Many of the guests had offered bids, high bids, especially when they saw the black boy erect, vertical, majestic, around 26 cm, probably bigger than Rasheed's. But Hamed instructed the eunuch to over-bid everybody. He wanted the black boy desperately. "Don't argue," Hamed admonished the eunuch. "Make sure to get the boy. Go." For the rest of the evening, Hamed did not pay attention to much of what displays Prince Hahed was showing off. All he wanted was to leave with his purchase, who now sat quietly in a chair behind him. Sheikh Ramzi came over. "My prince. I am glad that you have such exceptional taste. You have made the best choice in the room. I tried to bid for the boy, but I couldn't afford to match you. Bring the boy with you when you come to visit." Ramzi even licked his lips when he said that. Hamed's stomach churned with distaste. Finally, Hamed climbed into his limousine, with Omar and the black boy in the second limo. Rasheed, Igor and Ivan were waiting in the tent, playing some kind of mind game. Hamed was proud of his friends. Their intellectuality was a good match for him. They eyed the new comer with discerning looks. Making sure that the eunuch had gone to his quarters, Hamed said, "Come on, boys. Welcome our new friend, Imre." The three boys rose and shook hands with the black boy, who had an astonished look on his face. "What?" said Hamed. "Are you surprised that there are many of us, Imre?" Imre shifted his eyes from one of the boys to the other, then to the prince, and then to the floor. "No, your highness, but you said friend. Excuse me if I heard wrong. I must have heard wrong." Hamed wrapped his arm around the black boy's shoulder. "Only in this tent, and ONLY with the four of us, you will be a friend, a companion. For anyone outside, anyone, you are my slave and you will behave as my slave." Rasheed, Igor and Ivan welcomed the new boy among them and set out to tell him how things were around here as Hamed left to shower and change into something more comfortable. Imre had been caught by the slaver in a jungle in northern Nigeria. He had been bound and gagged and brought over to the princedom, where Sheikh Fahed had agreed to put him up for the bazaar. Fahed had to gain quite a sum, since the price Hamed paid had been quite handsome. "You will have to please the prince. He is very nice," explained Rasheed. "Please?" Imre asked, anxious to remain on the good side of his new owner. He had been beaten many times when he resisted and tried to escape. He didn't want to be beaten. "How to please?" The three boys looked at each other and smiled. They nodded to each other and then suddenly jumped the black boy and stripped his clothes off. The boy resisted, but the three were too much for him and in no time he was wrestled down to the rug, naked and sweating and breathing hard. "What?" Hamed said as he entered the tent, wearing his dishdash on his naked body. "Guys? What the fuck are you doing? By the Almighty, I will strangle you if you hurt my boy." The three boys immediately let go of Imre and jumped up to stand erect in front of their prince. Hamed was proving to be quite regal in his bearing and his attitude. Even his voice had grown gruffer, manlier. "My prince, we were showing Imre what it is like to be one of us," Rasheed explained. Hamed gazed at the naked black boy, whose hands had covered his crotch, as he lay on his back at their feet. "Stand up, Imre," Hamed ordered. Imre stood up, still covering his crotch with his hands. "Straight. Stand straight. Well, boys? What do you think?" "He's beautiful," whispered Ivan, his eyes roaming up and down the black boy's naked body and focusing on the long flaccid penis. The other two nodded in agreement. "Fair is fair," Hamed said. "Imre. Strip the boys." Imre didn't need any goading. One after another, the three boys were stripped of their clothes and stood naked. Rasheed had an erection already, his cock impossibly big and hard. "Fair is fair," Rasheed smiled holding his cock. Without warning, the three boys fell on the prince, with Imre watching frozen and amazed, wrestled Hamed to the ground, and stripped him. "Now we are all naked," Igor smirked. "And what to do about our nakedness?" Ivan also smirked, already knowing exactly what would ensue. Imre gazed unbelievingly as Ivan and Igor sandwiched the prince, Ivan from the front and Igor from behind. "You got a big one," Rasheed said, stroking his monster cock, but wondering whether the black boy was going to be bigger once erected. He reached and grabbed Imre's penis, which was elongating, and elongating, and elongating. Impossible! That was a horse dick in Rasheed's palm. Imre's black cock stood at least 2 or 3 centimeters longer than his, and much thicker. It was like a cannon rod, sprouting from the slim boyish body of the black boy. Rasheed led Imre by the cock to where Hamed was being kissed and groped. "Look what I have here, friends," he said showing Imre's erection. Everyone froze as they gazed at the black boy. His cock was immense. His skin was as black as coal. There were a few scars on his back from the beatings, but his body shone with a healthy light and a satin texture. They fell on him. Legs, arms, lips, tongues, butts, cocks: no matter. The only discerning feature was the blackness of Imre in the middle of the white boys. Even Rasheed looked white in comparison. Of course, there was a contest on who would be able to take Imre's cock down his throat all the way to the base. Hamed went down to two-thirds of the black rod before he gave up. Ivan won the contest, almost swallowing the black boy's balls after swallowing the whole shaft. And, of course, there was another contest. Yes: who would be able to take Imre's cock up his ass to the hilt. Ivan won again, his tight ass sucking in Imre's horse-dick like a vacuum cleaner. What Hamed refused to put to a contest was who was to break Imre's virgin ass. Hamed drew the line. Ever since he had laid eyes on the black boy, he wanted to fuck his black ass. Hamed went gently at first, but goaded by Rasheed, Ivan and Igor, he plowed into Imre's ass with passion. When he exploded inside the black ass, Hamed saw stars and heard violins. He shook uncontrollably with the intensity of his ejaculating. It seemed as if his cock would spurt forever, a river of semen dumped inside Imre's body. The addition to the prince's boy-harem was worth the price Hamed had had to pay. Hamed decided that whoever he would add to his circle of friends was going to be extra special, no matter the expense. He had the money; but he needed the company. The young prince wanted friends. Besides, and wisely so, Hamed decided that his additions would be far apart, letting the new comer get into the circle and bond. This took time, Hamed understood. Unknowingly, the young prince was already thinking like a prince.