A Horse and His Boys
Part 5
Beneath a glittering, starry night sky the palace was quiet, dark, and cold, except for one room.
The royal harem was a round chamber, polished marble columns surrounding a set of stairs leading down to a small, lowered circle. The circle was at all times covered in silk-covered cushions. Curtains of scarlet, purple and gold hung from the ceiling, giving anyone who was fortunate enough to pass by a tantalizing, incomplete glimpse through small parts in the drapery of the writhing mass of flesh within.
The Golden Boy, the Prince, was at the center, his skin shining with sweat, the large marble fire bowls that surrounded the pit always ensured that any who entered would have very warm flesh. The golden serpent bracer was nowhere to be found upon his skin.
There were five slaves around the prince, each of them with hairless, sweating, tanned bodies, each with hard, cum-drooling cocks. No one touched themselves, or another slave, unless by accident. There were two boys, kneeling so they sat with their bums almost touching their heals, each with one golden testacle rolling in their sweet mouths. One kneeled directly in front, servicing the golden cock, drinking the steady stream of cum which flowed from the Prince's throbbing member. A fourth knelt behind, his face buried in the golden boy's ass, his long tongue expertly slithering around within the Prince's tight hole. And every one of the slaves had their eyes locked upon the golden boy's flesh, enthralled, except one.
The fifth slave was new, tonight being his third night in the harem. He had not yet been with the prince, however. He stood apart from the orgy, holding his left arm shyly, his boy cock hardened up to his abs, where it drooled precum down to his full sack. He had not been allowed to cum in days, but was forced to stand apart from the orgy for three nights in a row, watching the others attend to the Prince.
After enjoying the tongues and worshipping fingers of the four "initiated" slaves for almost an hour, the Prince opened his glowing blue eyes, fixing them upon the fifth slave, standing a few feet away.
"What is your name, beautiful boy?" asked the Prince, his voice soft, gentle, and sweet. It was not demanding or demeaning in any way, quite the opposite. To hear it made the heart sing, it made one want to cry for the beauty of it. To hear that voice was to be in love.
The fifth slave appeared not only shocked to be adressed, but utterly stunned by the sweet, gentle beauty of the Prince's voice. He blinked, somehow finding his own voice, responding timidly, "Tinone, my lord..."
The golden boy smiled, the sound of suckling continuing through their conversation. "How did you come to be a slave for me?"
The boy tensed, not wishing to sound rebellious, fearing the guard's wrath. He chose his words carefully. "I was a shepard, but when the royal guard came to my cabin to collect the tax from me and my older brother, they let my brother keep the lambs they would have taken, and took me instead." He paused, bravely adding, "I miss my brother, my Lord."
The Prince only smiled more, nodding once, his body shaking ever so slightly as the rear slave tongued him particularly deeply, eliciting a small gasp of pleasure from the golden boy. "Do you wish to return to him, my beloved Tinone?" the prince asked, with the slightest hint of sadness.
Tinone could not answer with anything but the truth, and simply nodded, his gaze upon the floor, a single tear trickling down his cheek.
The Prince held out his golden, toned arms, beckoning Tinone to him. He obeyed, moving closer. As he approached, the prince made a slight movement with his fingers, and the four other slaves repositioned. The one milking his cock stood, circling around to the princes side, and put his tongue to use tasting the sweet sweat from the golden boy's hairless armpit, and the one sliding his tongue deeply into his ass licked up to do the same to the other armpit. The Prince reached out, gently pulling in Tinone closer, until, with a squelch, the two slaves suckling at his balls let them plop out, and moved to dance on either side of the prince, slowly, sensually writhing their sweating, hairless bodies to the strange music which echoed through the chamber from some unseen source.
The Prince embraced Tinone, hugging him, pressing his golden body to his tanned one, his arms wrapped around his waist, their cocks sliding together, balls to balls. WOrdlessly, the Prince leaned forward, and touched his soft, full lips to Tinone's, sliding his tongue into his mouth. He french kissed him for long moments before breaking the kiss, his lips never moving more than a fraction of an inch away. As he spoke, his lips brushed against him still, and sometimes his tongue. "Tinone, I don't want you to be unhappy. If your brother made you feel loved, than I would have you return to him."
Tinone couldn't believe what he was hearing. Could he truly be free that easily?
But then, in the back of his mind, he could not help but feel terribly disappointed. Having watched this scene of sensual ecstacy for three days, he had begun to desire his inclusion. He longed for release, he wished to touch and be touched with the same kind of wanton lust which he had witnessed, so much so that his cock throbbed almost angrily, reminding him of its desperate need.
The Prince continued to speak, his lips and tongue brushing Tinone's lips with every other word, "But before you leave, it would make me so happy if you could join with me, just once... I have watched you watching us... I see how your beautiful cock pulses... At least do your Prince this small courtesy, my beloved Tinone. At least let your desires flow into me like the sea... just once..."
Tinone's voice shook, barely able to contain himself. "Yes..." He would experience ecstacy such as he could never have imagined, and then he would be free... He could not dream of a happier fate.
The Prince wrapped his arms around the necks of the two slaves which lapped at his sweet, golden armpits, and they in turn lifted his golden legs high, spreading them. The Prince was presented to the slave, his golden body raised, his quivering, golden hole the perfect height for the overwhelmed Tinone's member.
Tinone bent down to trace his tongue from the hole, sliding in once, then licking up to slide between his balls, up the golden cock, over the head, circling once, kissing it sweetly, then sliding up his abs, his chest, pausing to suck each nipple for a moment, before heading up to the neck, and finally, kissing him once more. As he kissed the golden Prince, his cock layed flat against the hole, the heat washing over him. With incredible restraint, he managed to slowly slide it back, touching his cum-drooling head to the hot, slippery hole.
With a whimper of desperate pleasure, his voice cracking, Tinone felt himself slide inside the golden boy's hole. The Prince closed his eyes, kissing his new lover tenderly. Tinone slid deeper and deeper until he felt his balls squished between himself and the hot, sweating flesh of the Prince. The soft, thin skin of his sack stuck slightly to the golden flesh as he pulled out, swinging back with lustful playfulness when it finally pulled free. He slowly fucked him in this fashion, letting his sack stick to the hot, sweaty flesh of the golden boy's ass, then swing down as it slipped off.
The slaves watched, their powerful arm muscles bulging while they supported the Prince, actually assisting with the motion, swinging him slightly into the new slave boy. The rythm quickened, and soon, Tinone was fucking the golden boy with lustful abandon.
The sound of slapping, glistening boy flesh echoed through the marble, fire-lit harem chamber for almost an hour. Tinone had reached down to grasp at the golden ass cheeks, pulling himself into each thrust, while the slaves continued to gently rock the Prince into Tinone's cock.
Finally, Tinone could last no longer, his balls flexing up tightly around the base of his cock. His voice shaking wildly as they fucked, he gasps, "M-My Lord... I'm... I can't.. I can't hold it... I'm going to cum!"
The Prince's blue eyes opened half way now, glinting strangely, watching Tinone closely. "Yes, my beloved Tinone... fill your Prince with your seed, give him the juice of your love... Let yourself go..."
Tinone cried out, his voice cracking, "a-Ahngh-Hughah-AAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" He felt the cum boil from below his testicles, like the orgasm had started deeper than anything he'd ever felt before, and shoot through his cock, bursting forth with his young, boy cum. He felt himself cumming and cumming, his body bucking and heaving as he emptied himself into the hot, wet hole of the Golden Boy.
At that moment, however, the Prince's eyes flew open wide, the blue suddenly shining a fiery gold, like twin suns. His legs wrapped tightly around Tinone's waist now locked, pulling him in hard. His ass suddenly clenched, like a vice, trapping Tinone's cock inside him, locking him in while he continued to cum.
Tinone felt the sudden tensing, and thinking it was only the prince orgasming, looked down, expecting to see him squirting over his chest, and those loving eyes staring up at him...
His heart sank as he was terrified by the fiery eyes which looked at him, suddenly realizing his inability to move. He continued to cum, though now he realized he should have stopped. Something was wrong...
"Cum for me, my beloved, fill your Prince... give him all you have... Don't stop..."
Tinone was scared, confused. He couldn't stop cumming, and it was only getting better... he felt like he was cumming from further up his abs, all over his balls... To him, it was as if more and more of his body was in a state of orgasm, and it only grew more and more intense.
"You can never feel this good without me... let me give you bliss... Just keep cumming... Fill my belly with your seed... Just like that Tinone... Yes... Don't stop... Give me it all, Tinone... give me your ~soul~..."
The last word seemed to ring somewhere in the back of his head as a warning, but Tinone was powerless to heed it. The sensation was growing, and it felt, then, as if there was a small spot, somwhere in his chest, and it was being sucked down his stomach. He couldn't understand what it was, he just knew that as it moved, he felt more pleasure.
Tears of agonizing pleasure streamed down his face as he was lost to the ecstacy, crying in blissful, tormented joy. As the spot in his stomach moved, his body bucked and writhed, gushing forth gallons of hot, white cum into the Prince. The little spot continued to move down his gut, until it paused for a moment in his balls. It seemed to hover there, as if reluctant to move further. And then the Prince's voice continued...
"CUM, TINONE! GIVE ME YOUR SOUL!!!"
He bucked once, shooting a suddenly large burst of cum. The spot held fast in his balls, but it felt so good there...
He bucked twice, even more cum firing from him. The spot seemed to vibrate within his balls, which only made him need to cum harder...
He bucked a third time, and his soul came out, bulging down his cock like a tiny egg, and flowing into the golden boy, who at last fired his load, squirting thick gobs of his hot boy cum over himself, the slaves, and Tinone.
The prince relaxed his grip, and Tinone fell backwards, lying sprawled among the silken pillows, his cock twitching weekly against his abs, covered in cum. The other slaves immediately returned their tongues to the golden body, eagerly licking and sucking up the left over cum from Tinone, and milking the rest from the golden cock. Their tongues flew over him wildly, licking away every last drop, before setting him down.
The Prince, his eyes now their normal, glowing blue, stared at Tinone. His gentle smile returned.
"Your soul is inside me, Tinone." His fingers twirled, caressing, around his stomach. "I can feel you in me... you feel so good there, Tinone..."
Tinone, lying among the cushions and silken sheets, stared up at the Golden Boy, the Prince, and was lost. "Master... can I stay with you forever? Don't send me away... I need to be close to you... Please... Let me stay your slave forever..."
The Prince smiled sweetly, and replied tenderly, "You can stay, your my own, now... Your body, and your soul, belong to me, and always will..."
The boy who was Tinone smiled, as if hearing the most wonderful thing in the world, and crawled, weakly, to suckle at the Prince's balls with the others.
Many hours later, as they slept in a tangled mass of boy flesh and cum, the golden serpent would pour from the Prince's left nipple as a steaming liquid, and reform, fattened, around his wrist.
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