The Prince and his Harem

“Congratulations, Highness,” the elders of Prince Hamed’s tribe and others from the princedom of Al Jawhara came to pay their respects and show their fealty to the prince.

Hamed had just been named crown prince! He had decided to hold all the congratulatory visits in his tent rather than in the large hall of his parents’ villa. In this tent, the prince had experienced his coming of age, and probably the hottest sex in his life. This tent symbolized what he really was: simple and down to earth, yet determined to remain true to his feelings and desires without hurting others and without the ostentatious signs of petro-dollars.

The celebrations were amazing. It was after both his father and his only uncle had died in accidents that Hamed climbed to this position.

Prince Hamed sat in his tent, surrounded by his “boys,” now young men in their early twenties. Ivan, Igor, Imre and Rasheed beamed at their prince, proud of him, of their achievements. Hamed looked every inch the crown prince. His beard added to the solemnity of his face. Yet, he retained his youth, and to his friends, his sexiness was overwhelming. Somehow, this new acquired power had added to his manliness. Imre felt itching in his groin for his beautiful lover.

The night before, Hamed and his friends of the Tech Team had celebrated the prince’s elevation. Frankie had flown in from the States especially for this occasion. The six of them had glorified in each other’s naked bodies and in their lust for each other. The hours they’d spent in each other’s arms had been saturated with male sex, bonded by a strong sense of camaraderie and achievement.

Later, Imre and Hamed had been left alone in the tent as the others paired off: Igor with Ivan and Rasheed with Frankie.

“I can’t believe this has happened,” Imre had said, holding Hamed around the waist, the naked bodies now toned and muscled.

“Can’t believe what, baby?” Hamed had asked, slowly and tenderly stroking the Nigerian’s cock, semi-erect, slimy with spit and cum and ass juices from their heavy fucking bout.

“That you are crown prince. That one day, looks like soon, you’ll be ruler. Incredible! A crown prince stroking a slave cock! And sucking it! And riding it!”

“You are my prince, Imre, and your cock is my joy,” Hamed had whispered in a quivering voice.

Hamed had leaned and kissed his lover. “It’s you, Imre,” he’d repeated. “You and Rasheed and Ivan and Igor and Ian and Frankie. You have given me a reason to do something meaningful with my life. You have been my inspiration. And this cock? This has been my power rod, in my mouth feeding me your love, in my ass filling me with your strength. I love you, Imre. I love all the others, too, even more than my own tribe. With my mom and dad and uncle gone, you have been my family. And Imre you are my lover. I love you, my Nigerian stud.”

Hamed had heaved a deep sigh, still stroking Imre, whose cock immediately hardened and throbbed for his prince as usual.

“Then suck me,” Imre had slapped the back of Hamed’s head playfully, fisting his huge cock for the prince, rubbing the engorged head on Hamed’s lips, as cocky as ever.

Hamed, now crown prince, hadn’t been waiting for an invitation. He’d gone down on the 28-centimeter black monster cock as if it were the last time he was going to feel it in his mouth, down his throat. He’d sucked. His finger had probed Imre’s ass ring. Imre had grunted and moaned.

“Oh, yes, Hamed, fuck, yes,” Imre had shut his eyes tight and squeezed his rim muscle against Hamed’s probing finger. “Now fuck me, you bitch prince.”

Again, Hamed didn’t need any invitation. He had ridden Imre’s ass with passion. His fucking had been an act of lust, but more so an act of love, of gratitude, of appreciation.

When Hamed had dumped his seed inside Imre and slid out of the tight Nigerian ass, the two young men had lain next to each other, glistening with sweat, breathing hard, coming down from their high, kissing and licking each other’s face. Imre’s head had then rested in the crook of Hamed’s arm, Imre’s thigh wrapped on top of Hamed’s crotch. That had been how the early morning sun rays found them a few hours later.

The way the four young men now gathered around Hamed was proof of their tight relationship. When Sheikh Fahed entered the tent to congratulate Hamed, he immediately recognized Rasheed, but not the others.

“I can see that you have been able to recruit nice assistants, highness,” Fahed said with a hint of a smirk in his voice and in his look. Fahed was aware of Hamed’s sexual preference and he eyed the boys with an appreciative look. “They are quite handsome, indeed.”

“My dear Sheikh Fahed,” Hamed smirked back. “You should be able to recognize my friends. After all, it was you who had brought them here and had given me the chance of making them my close friends and advisors.”

“Oh?” Fahed inquired, not yet realizing that the boys had once been enslaved by him and sold to Hamed some eight years before.

“Indeed,” Hamed maintained his sarcastic smile. He lowered his voice and said to the surprised Fahed: “These are my harem, my slaves whom I bought from you, and now they are free men and my very dear friends and helpers. You will do well to remember their faces, dear Sheikh, because you will have the opportunity of working with them, for them, in the very near future.”

Fahed’s expression was that of incredulity.  But he held his peace and nodded acquiescently. Hamed knew that he had no ally in Sheikh Fahed, but he also realized that he could always hold him in check because of the incriminating pictures and documents that the TT had collected.

“I like the way you are lording it over all those elders and sheikhs,” Imre whispered in Hamed’s ear. “Will you lord it over my dick later? I’m getting a boner watching all this power emanating from your sexy body.”

Hamed smiled. Imre always brought a smile to his face, when he was not grunting and moaning under Imre’s fucking or pounding Imre’s beautiful ass.

It took the whole day of receptions as group after group approached to pay respects to the young crown prince. All the while, thoughts of responsibilities and action plans whirled inside his head. He was proud, but he was also confused. Afraid. Scared shitless, actually. But his bearded young face never showed any of this. His regality shone with confidence and class. Yes, this young prince was born to rule.

“As crown prince,” Hamed told his TT later when they were left alone in the tent, “I get to choose who will do what in the government, guys. You’ve always supported me and have been my source of strength.”

Rasheed interrupted: “Will you stop saying all this, Hamed? It was you who set us free, who gave us a life. We owe you so much.”

The other boys nodded their agreement. Imre even had tears in his eyes.

“Nevertheless, Rasheed,” Hamed continued. “I would like for you to start preparing to take charge of the police force.”

Rasheed inhaled, his black eyes getting wider. It couldn’t be possible that the Turk boy who had been sold and enslaved was now going to hold such a high position.

Hamed smiled at Rasheed: “You, of all of us, have the strongest will and the sharpest mind for details.”

“For snooping, you mean,” Imre laughed. “Plus, he has the hots for the American.”

“Leave the snooping to us, Imre,” Ivan said. “Igor and me, we love to look into other people’s business and find out all the lurid little things about them.”

“All you look at is cocks and asses,” Imre joked.

Rasheed scowled. “Shut the fuck up, Imre. I am going to shove my dick down your throat so hard that you won’t be able to say a word for a week.”

Imre laughed. “I’d love for you to do that, Turk. I swallow cock like I swallow ice cream, especially with a cock like yours: big but pining for Frankie.”

Frankie sat listening, a contented smile covering his young face. He loved all this banter among the team. He looked at Rasheed and winked. “It’s true, Rashi. Your penis is mine, baby.”

The look on Rasheed’s face softened as he gazed at his lover. His love for Frankie was unexplainable, but it was strong.

“What about the rest of us?” Imre asked Hamed.

“You will be responsible for my body guards,” Hamed smiled at Imre.

“Ooooh, how I love your body, baby,” Imre kissed Hamed’s neck. “And I will guard it with my lips and hands and cock and ass and all of me.”

“This is sickening mush,” Rasheed commented, leering at Imre. Frankie leant and kissed his neck, and Rasheed felt the beginning of an erection in his groin. Frankie always did that to him.

Igor and Ivan kissed. Hamed pulled Imre down and kissed his lips. Frankie buried his tongue inside Rasheed’s mouth. And the party started.

Hamed didn’t even get to finish what he’d wanted to say. Instead, his mouth was soon filled with Imre’s cock. He slobbered on the black meat. That was the case whenever the group met. They would start to discuss serious matters and, all of sudden, Imre would make a lewd comment, and the young men would end up fucking.

Frankie had to go back to the US. But Hamed had other plans for the American.

“Frankie,” Hamed said, “will you consider a position of IT consultant for me? I cannot get you a position in the government, but as my personal IT consultant, you will make more money in one year than you would make in a lifetime in the States. Besides, there will be Rasheed here.”

Hamed knew that he was giving Frankie an offer he couldn’t refuse. But the American had other considerations to think about. There was Tom, for one thing. And perhaps Frankie would want to go to grad school. But… Frankie scratched his head.

“I really appreciate the offer and what you say is true,” he told the prince. “But I need to think about it. Can you give me some time?”

“Of course,” Hamed said, hugging Frankie. “You know that we love you, Frankie. But you need to make up your mind soon because I am planning not to sit idle, and I need you. Rasheed needs you.”

Hamed knew that bringing in the Rasheed factor wasn’t fair, but all was fair in love and war, as Master Houman had once quoted to him. He needed to have Frankie by his side for his IT expertise as well as to keep Rasheed happy and stable.

“Why don’t I open a place like The Place?” Imre said, as usual, jokingly.

“Oh, Imre,” Igor scowled. “Can’t you be serious for once in your life? Can’t you see this is such a sentimental and emotional situation?”

Rasheed scowled at Imre, too. Only Ivan enjoyed Imre’s little pokes.

“Ok,” Imre said, turning serious and scowling also. Then he spread a wide grin on his handsome black face, his white teeth glistening: “So, let’s fuck.”

Imre received pillows and cushions on his head.

Hamed moved over to where Frankie was sitting, next to Rasheed, of course. “Listen, Frankie,” the prince said. “We really need you, in many more ways than one.”

Frankie nuzzled back into Rasheed, who was already developing an erection for his lover.

Hamed placed a hand on Frankie’s thigh. With a wink, he said, “Right now, you and me, we are walking over to the oasis and leaving these jokers to themselves.”

“Hey,” Imre shouted. “You are getting to fuck Frankie? What about me? Who am I supposed to fuck?”

Rasheed stood up and away from Frankie and walked over to where Imre was reclining. “You, my Imre, is going to be mine tonight. Your ass, my Imre, is going to suck on my cock like a hungry mouth. I am going to fill you with so much white semen that your black skin will turn whiter than milk! Tonight, Nigerian, you are going to be my bitch!”

Rasheed fished out his huge cock and fisted it, erect. “Now bend over, fucker,” he said as he dropped down over Imre, pulling up Imre’s robe and exposing his black bubble butt.

“Oh, yea,” Imre breathed. “Fuck me, big boy! Frankie, go have your way with the prince. It will be a princely farewell. Ahhhhhhh,” he screamed as Rasheed’s cock knob penetrated his ass.

And the fucking started. Ivan gave Imre his dick to suck as Imre was getting his ass plowed by Rasheed. Igor dropped behind Rasheed and started to rub his cock inside Rasheed’s moving ass fissure as he slurped on the hairy crack.

Hamed smiled. “These are my boys. Frankie, to the oasis, baby. I hope your ass is ready for me.”

“It is, prince. Already twitching.”

Hamed led Frankie out of the tent to the sounds of grunts and slobbering and butt slapping.

“Hamed, you realize that I don’t get fucked often. You realize that I am tight,” Frankie said as they lay on the warm sand under the palm trees in the oasis, Hamed spooning him, his cock already knocking at his backdoor.

“You have taken Rasheed’s dick up your ass, American, as well as Imre’s. Mine is not even half their size. Besides, you’re no wimp and I need your hot ass.”

“Oh, man. Fuck!” Frankie groaned as his rim muscle started to stretch, trying to accommodate Hamed’s cock. “Easy, Hamed. Please, man. Fuck me but easy. Go slow. Please. Rashi goes slow.”

Hamed thrust and entered his cock head pushing inwards, preparing the fuck tunnel for his shaft. He went all the way in one push, his hands gripping Frankie’s outstretched thighs.

“Yes. Baby, I’m in,” Hamed groaned as he ground his crotch onto Frankie’s butt. “Fuck, American, your ass is so tight!”

Hamed could feel the squeezing of the ass tunnel around his cock shaft and the tightening of the ring around the base. He stilled and leaned forward, licking the back of Frankie’s neck. Frankie moaned and pressed back onto Hamed’s groin, insistent, needing, in spite of the searing pain.

Hamed started slowly. A few centimeters out and then in, nudging, teasing.

“Oh, God! Fuck me. Fuck, it fucking hurts. Fuck me, deep, hard. Oh, shit. I’m starting to get used to being fucked. Ahhhhh. You. And Rashi. And Ivan. And Imre. Fuck, yes baby, do me.”

Hamed clutched Frankie’s eager hips and started fucking in earnest, long and deep. His whole shaft throbbed with the intensity of the hot ass hole. Then he moved faster, pounding. He lifted one of Frankie’s legs up, leaving Frankie to support himself on one knee, and got a better access into Frankie’s ass. He thrust, grunting. Frankie moved with him meeting his thrusts. Hamed looked down and watched his dark-skinned cock delve inside the white American’s ass, the cheeks rippling with his pounding.

Hamed soon felt the build-up in his balls and increased his tempo. The rush was incredible. As he dumped the first of his squirts inside Frankie, Hamed bit Frankie’s neck. Frankie yelped and squeezed his rim muscle hard around the squirting cock. This made Hamed explode even harder, emptying his nuts inside the American. As he dripped the last of his semen, he reached around and stroked Frankie’s semi-hard cock, bringing him to full erection. Frankie moaned. With each stroke, his rim muscle tightened around Hamed’s cock, still buried inside his ass. It took a few strokes for Frankie to shoot a load of his own onto the sand under him. His moans reverberated in the desert.

The two young men lay against each other, as Hamed’s cock slipped out of Frankie’s ass, which started to squeeze the cum out.

This was all so amazing, Frankie was thinking. He had been introduced to all kinds of gay sex in such a short time, when he had spent most of his life before coming to the princedom still a virgin. The sex with the boys was incredible. And his feelings for Rasheed had developed into love. As for Tom, when he returned back home, he would see what he could do to help the boy at such a crucial period in his life. He had heard how the English escort, Robert, had coached Hamed when the young prince was a budding teenager.

Crown Prince Hamed, not a teenager any more, with power and clout, aided by his trustworthy TT boys, did not wait long to start executing his plans for his princedom in earnest.

And so it came to pass:

Hamed ruled.

The princedom turned into a haven in the gulf, with openness but also restricted by rules dictated by culture and religion. There were gay bars, but no public gay display in the streets. There was alcohol, but only in licensed places. There were soft drugs, marijuana-type drugs, but never sold to minors. Police patrolled the streets for order and protection of the citizens, rather than instilling fear. They were strict when necessary, but always friendly and helpful to people. Under Rasheed’s control, the police force in Al Jawhara became an example for all the neighboring states and princedoms.

Imre made sure that Hamed was always protected without the appearance of excessive body guards and other signs of protection that rulers elsewhere were known to adopt. Besides, Hamed was so liked by the populace that he was never really under any threat. Imre’s rationale had always been that it would take one sick person with a grudge to kill. Remember Omar the eunuch?

Ivan and Igor began what was to become a commercial empire, importing goods from Eastern Europe.

Frankie was always the IT consultant. His expertise, now coupled with his college education, brought the princedom into the 21st century of technology.

“It was my dick,” Imre declared to all as they lounged in the oasis one evening. They still met every day in the evenings to chat and joke and ultimately fuck.

“How do you figure?” Rasheed said, his arm wrapped around Frankie’s waist.

“Had it not been for Ramzi falling an addict to my cock, Rash,” Imre smirked, “none of this would have happened.”

“Had it not been for Frankie’s IT expertise,” Rasheed countered, pulling Frankie closer to him, “your cock would have been just another piece of black meat.”

“Hey, hey, boys,” Hamed smiled, planting a kiss on Imre’s neck. “It has been all of us. Had we not worked together as a team, we wouldn’t have achieved all this.”

The boys had to agree. And what followed was an evening of man sex under the desert stars.

NOTE: This is the last part of the prince series. I hope you have enjoyed it. Frankie, however, would follow his own life back in the States, as the stories that a friend of mine is starting to write will be recounting. Frankie will stay in touch with the TT and will visit every now and then. Who knows? My friend may want to marry Frankie off to Rasheed… or there may be a coup in the Princedom landing Hamed and the boys as exiles at Frankie’s doorstep in New York… Hmmm. Thanks for staying with the series till now and for your comments and constructive suggestions.

Simon