Detainment by Sasha Steele
Prince Manakan had delayed many months this rendezvous in hope that the king would succumb to his battle wounds. He knew the king would be outraged witnessing firsthand the prince's overindulgence, his growing femininity, his gregarious lust for sex with other men, but particularly with the prince's obesity, which had increased beyond respite. But the king had not died. Furious with prince Manakan's insolence he sent the royal guard to arrest him.
The king saw not prince Manakan's corpulent beauty, as other men saw him. He took little notice of the elegant powder-blue gown that Manakan wore. The way the folds in the skirt of its darker blue wrapper gathered in a bustle over the prince's gigantic backside and fell in a demi-train, or the way the waistline of the embroidered bodice dipped in a V on his great protruded stomach.
He saw only an obese transvestite who had to be carried as he was too lazy to walk, who required the help of two servants to bring him to his feet, and who, when finally standing and beckoned to approach the king, did so with the greatest of difficulty due to the enormity of his gargantuan thighs.
The king lay on his death bed. Perhaps he would succumb to his war wounds after all, prince Manakan thought as he delicately gathered the loose folds of his heavy over skirt pinching them between fingers and thumb to raise them. He took an awkward step back, bowed and made a curtsy to his lord.
The king beckoned him closer. The prince waddled to his side. Manakan could feel the king's anger. He motioned him nearer. The prince leaned heavily on the bed. And suddenly the king's anger burst.
Abruptly the king grasped the lapel of Manakan's over gown and slapped him hard across the face as he cursed the prince's weakness. Manakan broke away. Pulling back, the five inch heels of his black sandals caused him to loose his balance. Servents rushed to stop the prince's fall but with all his weight could only break it, easing him to the floor stunned.
Manakan sat on a massive ass cheek with one large leg bent under the other bracing himself on one hand. His other hand was on his cheek where the king had struck him. Tears filled his eyes. The king order him to his feet as he continued his triad. The prince's servants struggled to aid him in compliance.
Once again prince Manakan in all his enormous beauty, stood before the king, who, in his lashing out had began to choke. Prince Manakan's fear had been replaced by his own fury. He removed a small dagger from his skirts, and before the king could recover from the coughing spell, thrust it deep into his heart.
The king was dead.
The king's guards rushed in seizing the prince. Dharmana, Manakan's cousin and heir to the throne, was summoned.
"You fool," Dharmana shouted. "What have you done?"
Manakan spoke indifferently, "I did you a favor cousin. The cursed bastard had already taken far too long to die."
"Enough. With the king's death, you my well have changed the tide of this war against us. While he lived we..."
"Have you no faith in yourself? You are king now. End this war. Surrender to the Empire."
"That is why you were brought here. Your talk is treason. Take him away."
"You would make me a prisoner?"
"You have placed me in an awkward position, cousin. There are those who already speak against you. Now they will cry out for your head."
"Have you forgotten, Dharmana, that you once loved me? Do you not remember when you made love to me? You are king now. I am of the royal bloodline. Silence them," Manakan said. Manakan placed his heavy hands, laden with jewelry, on Dharmana's shoulders drawing him close, his fat belly pressing against him. There was a rise in the obese prince's flowing under skirt. That too he pressed against his cousin.
Dharmana did remember, though it was many years ago at a training academy with other royal princes. Manakan had been sent there to loose weight. How sweet his large backside was then. And now, it even larger...
Manakan's beautiful brown eye's, rimmed in heavy mascara, were hypnotic. His soft feminine voice soothing. Dharmana felt a stirring under the heavy skirt of his thick wrapper. His breath rate picked up. He pushed himself away from his cousin.
"I will think on this," Dharmana said. "For now, you will remain in your apartments."
Upset, Manakan turned away, and with an manner of indignant arrogance plunked his fat ass on the transport chair. "Very well then," he snapped, "for now." And, four strong chambermaids in black mini dresses, their muscles straining under the prince's enormous weight, carried him away.
Prince Manakan, feeling dejected, as Dharmana had not been to see him in days, reluctantly attended his cousin's inaugural ball. All eye's were on the corpulent prince as he temporarily abated his troubles by hungrily indulging in the fine victuals at the dining table. His attendants were kept busy feeding him and washing down each morsel of food with wine.
The prince looked stunning in a elegant crimson gown that was sleeveless with a plunging neck line. The rear panel of the dress's skirt formed an over skirt from the sides of the price's fat belly and around his wide hips where it gathered to form a bustle atop his enormous backside from where it fell in a train to the floor.
Its bodice was gathered to confine his fleshy man-breasts, the delicate lace cups and shoulder straps of the black brassier worn beneath only slightly exposed. The bodice, tight-fitted to Manakan's heavy middle, continued downward to form a front skirt panel drawn in under the overhang of his protruding gut to the long ridge-like bulge of his pantied cock.
The prince's dress strained at the seams as his ballooning stomach became bloated. Sitting with his gigantic legs spread apart, his belly rested between them. The rear skirt draped over his massive hips and the front panel hung between his gargantuan thighs exposing the prince's legs clad in black nylon stalkings with pretty lace tops drawn right up to the cock-pouch of his black panties. Manakan wore black leather sandals with five inch heels, their straps laced up onto his heavy ankles.
Prince Manakan's long black hair was pulled up in a pompadour held in place by a white-gold and jewled head piece, long ringlets hung onto his wide back. An exquisite multi-strand diamond necklace spread upon his heavy upper chest. His ears were rimmed with white-gold studs and diamond drop earrings hung from their lobes. his soft skinned thick wrists were laden with diamond bracelets. A multitude of rings adorned his fat yet delicate fingers with their long fingernails painted red.
The princes sensuous fat face was heavily madeup with black mascara, eyeliner, dark eyeshadow and red lipstick and decorated with white-gold face studs - one each nostril, two smaller studs each side of his face by his eyes, a small diamond in his pouting lower lip, and a larger diamond between the arched eyebrows above his beautiful brown eyes.
His gluttony temporarily satisfied, Manakan sat with his eyes closed kneading his bloated stomach when Dharmana approached. "Come, cousin, dance with me," the newly crowned king said.
"I am too fat and too lazy to dance," Prince Manakan returned. He was indignant, not even opening his eyes.
King Dharmana leaned close, a flush of anger evident, "I insist," he commanded.
Temporarily fearful, but still defiant the prince said. "I am in need of my toilet."
Ignoring his cousin the king made orders to Manakan's attendants, "help your mastress to his feet," he told them. Manakan glared at him a moment then lifted his massive arms bent at wrist and elbow in a goose neck to be helped to his feet.
Once standing the prince placed his hand on the back of Dharmana's uplifted hand and waddled beside his cousin, the king, to the middle of the ballroom dance floor.
They danced. Manakan's movements were heavy and awkward. A slow turn. Manakan's right hand in his cousin's, who now was behind him, held out to the side. Dharmana's left hand was on his cousin's thick middle atop the shelf of his fleshy hip and Manakan's soft hand on top of it. Prince Manakan's huge backside pressed into the king, and in spite of his anger, as they continued to argue, he felt his cock begin to stiffen.
The prince's hand went to the bulge in the front panel of his skirts. "Release me, Dharmana," Manakan threatened. His breathing was labored from his exertions. "Or I swear I'll pee my panties right here in front of all your precious guests."
"You wouldn't dare," the king mocked.
With that Manakan broke away taking two steps forward, then turned facing his cousin. He lifted the front skirt panel of his dress with his left hand passing it across his belly to his right and held it out to the side with that hand exposing the bulging cock-pouch of his black panties bellow the swell of his belly its lower portion also covered by his panties.
The prince's eyes were locked on his cousin who's cock, now fully erect, pressed into the thick skirt of his black dress. Manakan spread his legs and leaned forward placing his left hand on his enormous nylon-clad thigh just above an extremely thick smooth knee.
The prince strained slightly to start his pee flowing. The cock pouch in his panties saturated where the tip of his enormous semi-hard cock rested. Then a flow broke through trickling backwards at first until it became flow that twisted in a heavy stream to floor.
Urine splashed in a puddle between Manakan's fat feet as they were spread wide apart. He opened his mouth sighing with the pleasure of his release. Manakan urinated through his panties for over a minute before trickling to a stop. He straitened up dropping his skirt back in place.
"I require to move my bowels as well," prince Manakan said. "Need I also do that here before you?"
"No." Dharmana answered. "You my summon for your toilet or return to your apartments as you wish."
"Too late for either, I fear," the prince said. While peeing Manakan had released the feeble hold he had on his bowels. His spincter slackened allowing his bowels to move and the large fecal mass there in to that point contained had progressed into the deep cleft between his fat butt cheeks. "It already touches the fabric of my panties."
"Come then," the king said holding up his hand. Manakan placed his hand on the king's and Dharmana led him from the ballroom floor to the balcony. "See to your mastress," he ordered Manakan's attendants.
Bending over slightly Manakan placed both hands on the marble railing while spreading his feet apart somewhat. He closed his eyes and bore down. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn," the prince softly grunted as he forced shit into the seat of his panties. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn."
Rhythmically taking his breath and holding it as he bore down Manakan managed in a few minutes to fill the seat of his black panties with a good size load of solid dark brown poop. Finished making his motion the prince caught his breath and ordered his attendants to convey him to his apartment to be cleaned and changed.
Later that evening, his guests gone, the king came to his cousin. Manakan sat at the vanity in his boudoir admiring his natural beauty while one scantily clad muscular chamber maid combed out the curls of his long jet-black hair, another fed him sweets, and still another sips of wine. His jewelry had all been removed, and he was wearing a white-satin nightie under a short robe. He look in the mirror at Dharmana who had come up behind him.
"Such corpulent beauty," the king said placing his hands on Manakan's wide thick shoulders, tracing them along the smooth silken material of his robe onto his massive arms. Manakan tilted his head back shaking out his curls. Looking at himself in the mirror he pursed his lips. Yes. He was beautiful.
Manakan hummed approval of his cousin's touch as Dharmana caressed him and kissed him on his fat neck and cheek. And he felt the kings hard cock against the soft folds of fat on his back. Manakan turned on the swivel bench toward the king and holding up his arms signaled his maids to help him to his feet.
Immediately upon standing Dharmana seized the prince in his arms and kissed him deeply. The hardon tenting the king's skirt pressed into Manakan's own member bulging in the cock-pouch of his satin panties under his belly. The king opened his cousin's robe caressing the fat of his stomach. He drew the robe from Manakan's shoulders dropping it to the floor. "Come," he said, taking the prince's hand and leading him to the bed.
Manakan stopped at the bed turning to his cousin, taking him by the shoulders to kiss him. "First I require my chamber pot," the prince said. And to the maid, who had fetched it, he said, "leave us. My lord will assist me."
The king jestered for the servants to leave. He went to his knees and reaching under Manakan's nightie drew the prince's panties off his fat belly, over his soft hips and huge backside freeing his massive cock as he brought the panties down Manakan's monstrous legs to his heavy ankles. The king stood to help Manakan sit himself down on the bed. Then he went back to his knees drawing his obese cousin's extremely large panties over the high heeled slippers he had on his feet.
Manakan spread his legs as he sat back with his hands pressed on the bed. Dharmana took up the chamber pot and reaching below his cousin's great protruding stomach took Manakan's semi-hard cock in hand. Manakan closed his eyes, opened his mouth and sighed with relief as hot urine coursed through his thick cock into the chamber pot. He peed over a minute then dribbled to a stop.
The king milked a few remaining drops making Manakan hard. He tightened his grip stroking his cousin's hard shaft. Manakan tilted his face to the ceiling stretching the great roll of fat under his jaw to a gentler crescent. His long black curls hung to the bed. He shut his eyes, opened and closed his sensuous mouth, drawing and expelling gasps as the king continued to masturbate him.
"Mmmmm, suck me," Manakan begged of his cousin. "Make me cum." Stoking him more quickly now, Dharmana took Manakan's cock in his mouth tasting his precum. "Ssssss," Manakan hissed.
Dharmana pushed his face into his cousin's fat - his forehead against Manakan's belly, his nose pressed into the soft fat of Manakan's bald melon-like pubis mound as he drew his cousin's massive cock deep in his throat. His head moved back and forth in unison with his hand on Manakan's cock. "Ahh, I'm going to cum," the prince whined.
The king was an expert cocksucker. Manakan could resist no longer. "Ahh, ahh, ahhhhhhhhh," the prince moaned as he came in the Dharmana's mouth.
King Dharmana stood and removed his dress. He was still in his black lingerie - black brassier, panties, nylons and heels. "Lift up," he said, taking hold of Manakan's nightie. Manakan raised his massive arms over his head allowing the king to remove his nightie, then pushed back his long hair moving his head to shake out the curls.
"They're bigger now," the king said as he fondled his cousin's fleshy man-tits. Manakan's breasts melded with the thick roll of fat under his arms. "As is the rest of you." Dharmana leaned over to suckle the prince's tits, first one large nipple, then the other, and Manakan hummed his pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm. And how you do so like my fat sensuous body, cousin," the prince said.
Dharmana drew his stiff cock through the leg hole of his panties. The king's cock was magnificent, almost as large a his cousin's. Manakan rolled onto the bed positioning himself on his belly and knees with his massive ass in the air. The king positioned himself behind taking hold Manakan's huge buns kneading the soft fat on them. Manakan moaned, and then hissed as king Dharmana's tongue found his hole.
The king sucked his cousin's fat ass for a time then brought his cock to it. Leaning into Manakan's fat Dharmana began to fuck him. Slowly at first, then more aggressively. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, on the back of his neck beneath his thick mane of black hair, on the small of his back below his bra strap, and in the crack between the large globular butt cheeks that undulating beneath the seat of his black panties. Then, finally the king's frantic undulations suddenly stopped. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Dharmana screamed as he came hot and hard in his cousin's fat ass.
The king summoned Manakan's servents to prepare their mastress for bed. He kissed the prince on his fat cheek bidding him goodnight. And first thing the next morning, under the pressure of state, the king would condemn his beloved cousin to death.