Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2000 17:47:27 -0000
From: Charles Bryant <Emenos@btinternet.com>
Subject: the-prince-1

THE PRINCE

ONE


The Prince stood at the water line, wave foam bubbling about his naked
feet. The air was sultry and the briny breeze most welcome. He stood
with open arms into the wind, chest bare, the silvered cheesecloth of his
open robe and trousers flattened against his muscled body.

The sky had darkened, threatening rain. He longed for a cleansing storm
to clear his thoughts. Something like panic made him suck the air, his
deep chest heaving. He turned his face to the sky and closed his eyes,
leaning into the wind with open mouth.

Herez, watching from behind a rock, drew out his binoculars and
magnified the Prince's image until it seemed he stood beside him. Such
masculine perfection and rounded muscle! Herez sighed, his hand upon
his person, longingly sighed. "Oh Prince, if I might press myself to Thee!
Oh Master, I am underneath thy feet!"

He wondered if he dared? He knew there was no resisting the naughty
thought. Drawing forth the wizard attachment from his robe, he fixed it to
the glasses and focussed on the figure of the Prince. Pressing the button,
he let it suck the royal person in, his features and his form and all his
parts. It was the work of seconds, and was done.

The Prince, of course, felt nothing and was oblivious to the fact he had
been cloned. It was illegal to do this with any citizen, as Herez was too
tremblingly aware. To do it to the Prince was treason, and the only
outcome, death. Herez turned and scrambled through the dunes, clutching
his precious cargo to his breast, maniacally grinning to himself as it
began to rain.

As the rain began to fall Jubal, watching from the royal kiosk on the
beach, took up his master's multi-coloured silk cloak and ran with it
across the sands. Younas, the Prince, turned to watch his naked catamite
as the boy ran toward him, his big feet slapping against the sand, arms
stretched over his head and the cloak billowing behind him like an
unfastened sail. Jubal's large meaty member flopped against his belly and
thighs as he bounded toward his master.

Only a clone, Younas knew that, but a beautiful work of art nonetheless.
Cloning was a royal prerogative of which Younas made full use with his
harem of handsome youths.

Younas held up his arm as a sign that he did not need his cloak and Jubal,
abashed, bowed and kneeled. The Prince stepped closer to the kneeling
youth and tousled his long blonde hair with his big brown hand. Jubal
stared up in adoration, as indeed he had been programmed to do.

Younas sighed and looked away across the choppy surface of the sea to
the promontory where the domes and towers of his virtual palace stood
with occasional flashes of gold against the dark sky.

Everything was melting, merging, sliding, shifting. He longed for some
rock to cling to, to be chained to. Now that his clothing was thoroughly
soaked, he felt cold. He signalled the boy who stood and draped his
master's cloak across the wide set of his magnificent shoulders, deftly
snapping the diamond encrusted clasp at the throat. The gems flashed
splendidly against Master's dark skin and the gold burned in that ebony
setting.

Impulsively, the Prince drew the boy to him and wrapped the folds of his
cloak around him, their bodies pressed closely together. The Prince's
open mouth descended on the boy's and he bit gently on Jubal's fleshy
bottom lip. Jubal exhaled and Younas smelt peppermint and aniseed.

"I am ready, Master."

Younas frowned and pushed the boy away, saying "Not now."

These bloody clones always got it wrong. He turned and strode quickly to
the door of the kiosk.

The catamite had been turned on and now was game. As Younas
disappeared into the kiosk Jubal's languishing eyes caught sight of the
guard who stood at the edge of the water. "Arturo," he whispered,
exhaling peppermint and aniseed.

Arturo was a huge young Nubian, well over six feet in height and
sporting the most enormous thighs and chest. His waist was small and his
buns of a sensuous amplitude. His braided, beaded hair was shoulder
length and jingled when he moved. He wore nothing but a brief thong that
accentuated rather than hid his lush undercarriage.

Arturo had watched the exchange between the Prince and Jubal and could
see what had occurred. He had lived among clones all his life and knew
that the boy would now be on heat. It was their nature, they could not
help themselves.

He watched, standing with his massive legs wide apart, as Jubal got up
and slowly made his way across to the dunes, every now and then pausing
and looking back at the guard with obvious intent.

Unknown to Jubal, Arturo's identical twin brother was also on duty,
hidden among the dunes. Jaffar was breathing heavily as he watched his
brother and the boy, the blood lust red before his eyes, his massive limbs
aquiver with desire - desire already quenched but risen again.

He watched these two intently as he had earlier watched the traitor Herez
as he lay among the coarse grass with his binoculars, feeding upon the
sight of the Prince's immaculate body. His desire had stirred when he saw
that Herez was stroking his cock. And the sight of Herez's slim buns and
open thighs as he lay pressed against the dune meant instant and massive
arousal.

Here was Herez, slim, boyish, eager. There, beyond, stood the
magnificent Prince, his strong manly body on display. Jaffar was
intoxicated by this potent juxtaposition. He was about to leap on the boy
and claim his prize when he saw Herez take the forbidden thing from his
garment, a Cloner! How in Hell he had got hold of the device was hardly
imaginable.

Jaffar drew back into concealment, his huge cock still throbbing with
blood, and watched in disbelief as the Master was visibly cloned by the
eager boy. Then the boy stood up and Jaffar could clearly see the tip of
his hard cock peeking over the cord of his baggy trousers. It was pink and
wet and Jaffar licked his lips, imagining the taste, and the taste of the boy
balls and the taste of his tight young crack as Jaffar's big tongue probed it
like a tool of steel, a surgeon's knife. Jaffar felt his own cock. It too was
hard and wet and he lifted his hand to his nose and smelt his own thick
precum and then licked it noiselessly, enjoying his own taste and
fragrance.

The boy skirted back the way he had come, obviously making for the
track behind the dunes. Jaffar followed him in mounting excitement,
moving quietly and with deadly intent across the sands, the hunter in
pursuit of his quarry. The now falling rain was insufficient to cool his
swelling ardour, made him more randy than ever. His long muscled legs
enabled him to keep up easily with the retreating slim form of the boy.

Just before he reached the track, and obviously feeling safe, the boy
rested for a moment, squatting furtively and breathing hard. When he had
caught his breath he looked up and saw Jaffar's massive form looming
over him, his enormous cock upright in his hand, legs wide apart, an
ominous smile displayed widely across his thick coarse lips. The white
teeth flashed brilliantly in the dim light. Herez was terrified and also
instantly aroused.

At first he thought it was the Prince. "Master," he said.

The Nubian's deep voice replied, "Your master, yes. But not the one that
you expected, sexy lad."

He reached down and roughly pulled off the boy's short robe. He could
feel the weight of the binoculars and the Cloner in the pocket.

The boy reached up his thin defenceless arms to retrieve the garment.
One quick kick from Jaffar's huge paddle like foot sent him sprawling
backwards. Before he could scramble to his feet the massive black form
of the man had him pinned helplessly to the ground. With enormous
strength Jaffar ripped the baggy trousers from Herez's body as if they had
been made of paper, the cloth shrieking as it was torn apart.

His body rigid with fear and excitement, the boy's dark eyes frantically
searched the face that leered at him. He felt the great cock throbbing
against his and the massive thighs covered his slimmer shanks. His thin
bone was made to bear the whole oppressive weight of Jaffar's body as
the black squirmed against him, thrusting and moaning.

It was painful but also wonderful. The boy attempted to push back against
that beautiful wall of sweaty muscle, but he could hardly move. The sand
beneath him was cold and wet but the huge body over him was hot and
steaming and he clung on with his arms around the bulging chest, his
tongue licking at the hard prize pecs, his mouth full of wide black nipple
and the taste of tangy salt.

The boy was now completely at Jaffar's mercy and had no idea what he
was dealing with. He dimly realised through the blinding sexuality that
pre-emptively swamped his attention that this was the guard whom he
had seen upon the beach - had seen and had meltingly admired, almost as
much as he admired the Prince, his grand delusion. He could have no idea
that this black was the twin of that one, the mirror image of that
masculine perfection overtopped only by the Master's dazzling
proximity. Now that he had placed the man, Herez relaxed and let himself
be carried swiftly into cock-heaven, thigh-heaven, the heaven of meeting
lips and clashing wicked glances that were in themselves successive acts
of rape.

As Jaffar momentarily leaned forward so that his mouth was upon this
desirable boy's open panting mouth the great lower slab of muscle that
was his body relented its downward crushing force and allowed Herez to
encircle the heavenly manly form with his quick and grasping thighs. And
when Jaffar, entranced by this hot willingness, lowered himself again it
was to find himself positioned for the inevitable assault upon the divine
orifice. He chewed against the lovely face and teeth to teeth began to
squeeze his giant cock into the resisting hole.

He felt his foreskin drawing tightly back and encircling and then slipping
past and beyond the penetrating point of his urgent manhood as it slid
deeper and deeper into that warm and bloody boy-womb. The spasms
beneath him were taken for ecstacy, were indeed a form of ecstacy, a
lethal and final deliverance. He was simply crushing the lad to death in
his urgency and suffocating him by his thrusting relentless weight. But
Jaffar was oblivious to anything but his own apogee and as he massively
came he fell forward heavily upon Herez and bestowed the final mercy of
breaking his neck.

As the red mist started to dissolve Jaffar became aware of what he had
done, became aware and began to foolishly smile as at some infinitely
unmeaningful social solecism. It had been a very good fuck and he was
content. He dragged the body some way off and left it nakedly there
among the dunes as food for foxes, gulls and ravens. Within a day or two
it would be devoured and later the dunes would cover and uncover these
broken bones again and again through endless ages. Even were it
discovered, no one would think to ask or to enquire, it was too dangerous.

The Nubian took the Cloner and wrapped the insignificant-seeming
object in the boy's robe and buried these in a spot well known to him
among the sands from which he could later retrieve the precious thing and
that which, even more preciously, it contained.

As he got nearer the shore he saw his brother following the lad Jubal and
Jubal looking back with amorous and inviting eyes. In truth Jaffar was
only half satisfied by his recent orgasm and was ready for more. He now
saw a way to fulfil the desire he had felt when watching Herez watching
the beautiful Prince, the slim boy contrasted with that magnificent black
physique - not indeed much unlike his brother's.

The brothers were also lovers and had been for as long as they could
remember. They also shared their conquests freely. Their sexual appetite
was omnivorous, from boys to men, and even, when available (which was
not often on this predominantly male island) women - and all of these,
men, women, and boys, singly or in pairs or groups in hopefully endless
permutations of physical delight.

And either brother preferred the twin to be present on these occasions
since they aroused each other by their presence, and to stroke, kiss, lick,
fuck or suck the other while simultaneously occupied in different
activities, turned them on. Each was the other's woman man or boy. Each
adored the other's huge cock and massive physique.

Arturo and Jaffar were very nearly able to read each other's minds,
although with them it was a matter of scent as much as thought, of
intimate secretions each conveying its own lascivious message.

Their partner or partners were inevitably turned on by the sight of these
two magnificent Nubians carressing each other's wonderful bodies, the
pink tongue probing, the shapely mouth kissing its adoration of the skin,
the large eyes melting and closing, one giant cock beginning to probe the
other's shapely posterior, big hands upon the twin's erect and large
nipples. Some especially worshipped the sight of these two beautiful
cocks in their silky black foreskins rubbing together to the
accompaniment of moans and drippings and dribblings of lubricant
emission.

Turning back and noting that Arturo was in pursuit, Jubal found himself
stumbling against the sweating Jaffar. He started, then smiled, seeing who
it was. He had suspected - and hoped - that Arturo's twin was near at
hand. Jubal's hand slipped down and carressed the massive cock,
squeezing gently.

The great thing about clones was that they would do anything with
anyone at anytime; and since the male population of the island was
entirely disease-free the options for full enjoyment were limitless. The
clones were additionally insatiable when on heat. Jaffar had this
information very much in the forefront of his mind as he pushed his erect
cock against the boy's. The boy's cock was nearly as big as his own and
white against his black. Jubal sighed and lifted his arms to the enormous
shoulders.

Clones were also robust, mused Jaffar, and not likely to break in
impassioned action. He smiled at the recollection of recent events and the
sight of poor Herez's dangling head. He was not really cruel, rather
totally unimaginative. He pulled Jubal to him and nursed him in his arms
as if to make up for his previous heavy handedness. He ran his black hand
through Jubal's long blonde hair and sighed to smell the peppermint and
aniseed upon his breath as their mouths hungrily closed on each other.

Arturo came up grinning and stood a few paces off watching his brother
and Jubal and squeezing his own cock which had slipped out from under
his thong. Then he kneeled behind Jubal and started to kiss and lick his
beautiful and flawless white buns and, when Jubal began to push his arse
into the intriguing face behind him, to slip his tongue into the delightful
semi-sticky orifice deeper and deeper. Jubal slid down Jaffar's body with
mouth still open until it came into contact with the wet erect cock which
he started to suck. At the same time Arturo also kneeled and shoved his
member against the rose-like membrane that so enticingly called to him
with promise of deep encasing enclosure.

Arturo had one hand upon the boy's big wet cock and the other on his
brother's, so that Jubal was now licking and sucking Arturo's fingers as
well as Jaffar's throbbing cock, and now and again biting fairly hard upon
the black meat and the black and pink hand.

Arturo took the boy in his arms and got to his feet, his spear still pressing
against the warm and inviting anal opening. The boy opened his legs and
Jaffar pressed forward against Jubal's body which was thus pushed back
upon, and forced to admit, the huge waiting weapon behind him. He let
out a big sigh as the breath was expelled from his body by this dual
action, and he squirmed in delight against the cock behind and the other
cock in front.

Arturo and Jaffar were kissing each other passionately and the boy looked
up and licked their black faces like a delighted and over-excited puppy.
The three tongues pushed and entwined and slid. Jubal was packed close
in an envelope of steaming muscle.

"If only my Master were here so that I could suck his adorable cock,"
said Jubal.

"Mmmm..." agreed Arturo and Jaffar. "That would be wonderful."

"The Master is the most beautiful man on the island. Tell us Jubal how it
feels to be with him."

Jubal winced from a terrific lunge into his cavity, winced and smiled and
said, "It is the very best there is. He makes it last forever and then comes
in gushing geysers of endless sperm."

"I would love to feel his black cock in my black arse," enthused Jaffar,
pressing tighter against the boy whose legs were around his slim and lithe
waist. "I wish he were rodding me now."

"Mmmmm, more cock please," pleaded Jubal, arching his back so that
the magnificent mounds of his beautiful pecs were in Jaffar's face.

The brothers knew exactly how to do it. Arturo lay almost on the top of a
sand dune, his cock thrust upward into the air impaling the berserker boy
whose sexual need was now paramount. Jaffar positioned his great thighs
alongside his brother's, his cock parallel with his twin's, and then began
to enter the boy's widening arse.

"Fuck me really hard! Oh fuck me fuck me!" screamed out Jubal in a
mighty voice. And the echo hit the opposite hills where the Master's
palace gleamed, and cried back in ecstacy, and only slightly weaker now,
"fuck me, fuck me!" and faded away ebbingly across the dark water.


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