The Harem

The Harem 6

Harem 6

Basil's semen dribbles down my back moving in a slow thick wave to my ass cheeks like a melted candle. Basil has just fucked me for the princes and our performance causes him to keel over, breathing hard. The room is silent except for Basil's deep breaths. Basil was known to have prowess. It wasn't easy but I had managed to wear him out completely. I turn slightly and for some reason I'm more interested to see his expression than even the princes. Basil stares down at me in disbelief.

I'm handed a wet towel by the eunuchs to clean myself off but I'm stopped.

"Wait..." the person says, "Let me."

I turn around to notice Prince Daai. I remember him. It's hard to forget when you embarrass yourself in front of someone like that. Prince Daai descends on me and begins to lick. I almost lose it because I'm so sensitive after Basil fucked me so hard. I manage to maintain myself though. I just have to keep it together for a few more minutes.

Daai starts up the side of my leg. He goes higher and higher. He licks until he gets to Basil's nut drizzling down my ass cheeks. He sucks it all, swallows it and continues to lick me even after it is all gone. I watch the prince jerk himself off. The other boys seem to want to help him but he is satisfied with just tasting me as he does it.

I know I have him when he turns around and stares at my face.

"Who are you?" the prince asks.

I hesitate knowing the other princes are watching but I remove my mask. When Daai sees who it is he begins to laugh thoroughly entertained. I wished the other two princes were just as entertained but I don't see smiles on their faces. The heavier one is angry. The look on his face seems to say it all.

"You're supposed to be dead," the crowned Prince Dhaakir states

Prince Dhaakir is a lazy fuck. I've noticed how he doesn't get into the boys like his other brother do. He seems to come to the Harem specifically to sit back, eat, be given oral and to make faces as though he is the one being inconvenienced somehow. Even now his little cock is pink from Mendeecees who was forced to suck him up for what took him forever to climax. It's Mendeecees who actually has to help the lazy fuck to his feet now. As he approaches I realize he's with a band of followers. They seem like wealthy men, even though I'm not particularly familiar with what wealthy Ottoman men looked like. They surround him standing with him making a scene because of the energy it all takes.

"He's not dead. He's very alive," Prince Daai states.

He stands and takes a few steps away from me.

"Isn't that the same disgusting boy?" Prince Dhaamir asks, "Isn't it him?"

"Yes sir, it is," Alexios puts in quickly.

He's like a snake slithering through the grass. He quickly yells it out and slithers away into the crowd making sure that his face doesn't linger too long. I know it's Alexios. I can smell the stench of treachery close by.

This seems to put Prince Dhaakir on edge.

"I ordered him dead!"

Dhaakir is a small child stuck in a large man's body. The way he throws his arm at that moment is almost as though a playmate has disappointed him.

"Well he's not dead brother, clearly. And I think I'm glad," Daai says.

Dhaakir seems highly irritated when he says, "Eunuchs...take off his head."

My heart races. The eunuchs don't hesitate. The black bodies come like shadows with weapons sharper than any I've ever seen before. They come surrounding me and I do the only thing that I can. I run across the room, toss myself at Prince Daai's feet and cling for dear life. I've never held onto anyone as tightly as I hold onto his knees. They would have to peel me from the Prince's feet if they wanted to take off my head. I know it's risky but at this moment I don't have a choice. I would have to force someone's hand in this situation.

And without me having to say a word Prince Daai holds his hands out to stop the eunuchs approach. All of a sudden there was tension. The eunuchs seem caught somewhere in the middle. One prince wanted me dead and the other prince was stopping him.

Even with Daai holding out his hand I don't leave his shadow. I humble myself to him as best as I can.

"Dhaakir we all wanted him dead but God intervened," Daai states, "God spared him. Why shouldn't we?"

I can't relate to the argument or even understand it but I notice a couple of the nobles nodding as though this zealous faith based argument was one of the best ever made. I could care less what kind of argument Prince Daai was making as long as he was making an argument to save my life. I cling harder and harder. The dark blades would take off my head. If I let go of Prince Daai, I would be a dead man. There were many uncertainties in the harem but I had no doubt about that.

"Daai move," Dhaakir states.

Daai stares at him. For a moment I think he will give in but the young prince seems to have found some type of defiance in him and says, "No."

"I am Dhaakir, first of his name, the heir apparent to Ottoman empire..." Dhaakir states.

Dhaakir begins to name all of his titles in the Shia caliphate. His voice booms across the room as he states them. For a moment I think God himself has come down and is speaking through Dhaakir. If anything the crowned prince's voice carried with it with it a sense of authority. With each word he says it seems Prince Daai seems spectacularly unmoved.

"We all know your titles," Prince Daai says, "The fact that you have to spout them off for a little bit of respect makes it clear you probably aren't that secure with them."

The tension is thick. I don't think Dhaakir expects that because at that moment he shakes nervously.

"It was you? Wasn't it? You spared him?" Dhaakir states pointing at Daai.

"I wanted him dead, but I changed my mind."

"Liar!"

"Don't you dare call me a liar you fat fuck!"

Men stand up. Everyone stands up. Swords come out. The men with Prince Dhaakir seem to be outraged by Daai's disrespect but Daai is far from alone. He has brought some noblemen with him as well. I don't notice them before because they have been scattered around with boys in the Harem, but within a matter of seconds they appear quicker than even the Eunuchs do. I am sure it is going to be a blood bath in the harem.

The middle brother Dhaamir seems to come out of nowhere. He holds his hands out at that moment and he stops them.

"Brothers. Why are we arguing? It's just a slave," Dhaamir states.

"Exactly so why is he so intent?" Daai states

Dhaamir tries to hold back Daai before stating, "Peace. Please..."

There is a tension in the next few minutes where I swear I think the crowned prince is going to turn on his younger brother, have him killed and then take me with him. Fortunately, however, that doesn't happen. The crowned prince stares at Daai.

"You will respect my role."

With that the crowned prince turns and is escorted out. He's so upset that he has to lean on a few people in his entourage to help him walk. He may have been lazy but there was power in his voice. It would compel men to kill and right now I saw murder in Prince Dhaakir's eyes.

The other two princes remain behind and it is clear the tension still hasn't resided even with the crowned prince gone.

"It isn't about the slave," Daai states, "He's afraid one of us will take his throne when Father dies. You know that, don't you?"

Dhaamir doesn't seem as angry. He cautions his younger brother, "Daai, stop provoking him. This could turn out bad for everyone."

There is something dark in Daai's eyes when he says, "Maybe that's not such a bad thing."

~

I'm not quite sure how it happens but I survive the night. Basil lifts me up. Maybe he knows how weak I am and how much he has helped me. He takes me away to the bath, scrubs me silently and carries me cradled in his arms like a child to his bed.

"Well done beautiful," he tells me, "I've never seen anything like it. You'll be the talk of the Harem..."'

I don't know what he means by that but within a matter of seconds he leans over and kisses me on the lips. Basil spends that night with me and the next day. I'm too sore from him fucking me the night before to really do much for the next few days but luckily he makes sure he gives me these deep massages every day. It's almost as though he is my doctor. I don't speak but I listen to him. I listen to the stories he tells me of where he is from.

It isn't until the second night that I start to feel better.

"Are you hungry?" he asks me.

I nod, silently.

I sit in the darkness watching as sexy Basil turns to leave. He is definitely a perfect specimen of a man. I admire his muscular toned ass that sits up high with deep dimples as he walks away. I can't help but to lick my lips when he walks away until I hear someone clear their throat and realize that I'm not alone in the room.

I turn at that moment and notice Constantine. He's sitting there and gets up.

"He likes you," Constantine states.

Constantine is shirtless. He's covered in oil. He may able to fool someone else but I have a perfect memory when it comes to certain things. I knew he didn't have oil on his chest when he was in the room having sex with his new blonde boy. No. Constantine had worn the oil for me. It was freshly applied. He has nothing on a but a pouch to hold his dick and balls. It's tied around his waist. He's showing off his distinct muscular legs. He looks so different from Basil. Basil is tall and toned. Constantine is muscular and bulky.

For some reason I'm not surprised that he's here.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Basil. He likes you."

"I like him too."

"Not like that. Not even as far as sexual attraction," Constantine states, "Basil likes you romantically. I know him. He doesn't cater to anyone if he doesn't have to. I watched while he was bathing you. He is falling for you."

Is that why Constantine comes to my room late at night oiled up and looking like he had just come from a workout?

"Is that so bad?" I ask him.

"Yes," he responds, "He's not a real man. He pretends to be but he's not."

"You seem to be bothered."

"He's annoying."

"You never seemed to be annoyed when Manuel was helping me," I state seeming interested, "Are you jealous of Basil."

"Jealous? He's all looks. He has no substance. He can't handle you."

"What makes you think I need to be handled?"

"You need to be mentored."

"Manuel has been helping me."

Constantine rolls his eyes, "Please."

He sneers a little bit in this overly confident way. Constantine hides behind his looks and his sex appeal. He uses it as a crutch. I can see it now. He can't help but to be sexy. I want to call him out so bad on it but I have to admit I enjoy it. I enjoy the way he leans up against the wall, tightens his ab muscles so they are defined in the moonlight sinking in my room. He knows just the way to turn to me so that he looks like he is drowning in this moonlight. He licks his lips frequently but not in a way that seems like he's trying too hard. He knows when to look away. He knows when to stare at me. He seduces me with every action.

But why was he here?

"Why are you here Constantine?" I ask him.

"Let me take over. I can help you more than Manuel can. I can help you more than Basil."

"Are you bored with Justinian already?" I ask him.

Constantine laughs.

"If you are going to be spiteful I can just leave."

He starts to walk away. I stop him before he goes too far.

"You decided to leave me."

"That was before I knew what you were capable of," Constantine states, "When I saw you the other day I was blown away. Where did that come from Hush?"

I shrug.

"I don't know."

"You know. Someone doesn't just learn what you did with Basil. It was magic. It was like some sort of physical poetry. I can't get it out of my head. The way you twist and turn on him. You turned sex into a form of dancing. That can't be learned."

Constantine is walking around me in circles like a vulture waiting for the carcass of truth so that he can swoop down and devour it. His suspicious voice is followed up by slanted eyes and a hard touch to my shoulders that makes me shiver slightly.

"What are you suggesting?" I ask him.

"You were born with it. But I can help you perfect it."

Interesting.

"What about Justinian?" I ask him.

"He's good but he's not you," Constantine states, "Let me help you."

"Help me. What should I do?"

"You need to practice more. With me. And you need to get rid of Polo like I told you before."

I roll my eyes, "Constantine that's my friend."

"He's a burden. He won't survive. I heard the Princes talking about his scars today."

"He's a friend."

"He's a burden."

"I'm not going to avoid him. When you abandoned me, I came back and Polo was the one there for me," I state, "So if you are going to make me choose Polo or you. I'll choose Polo."

Constantine shakes his head violently.

"I don't share."

"Well then I guess you'll have to go help Justinian."

Constantine gives me a hard look. He's pissed. I can tell he's pissed. I don't think he was expecting this. Maybe he expected me to be like Justinian and just follow him around like a lost puppy waiting to be saved. His reaction speaks volumes at this moment.

"Who are you?" Constantine asks me.

It's a random question but I can tell that it's on his mind. It's always been on his mind.

"No one," I respond.

"Fine. Keep your secrets," Constantine tells me, "And keep your friend. He's out there right now being a burden to you. Go see for yourself."

Constantine gives me an awkward smile and I am nervous to know what he is referring to. I don't wait to see.

~

I head out at that moment. I haven't seen the other boys since the orgy. I knew there would be talking but when I leave the room I didn't expect what I found. I find Polo is sitting at the head of the table. He is slightly drunk. Jelani, Mendeecees and Alexios are at the table. Manuel is at the table. Others are there as well. They are all looking at Polo who is talking loudly and flailing around with a confidence that I haven't seen from him yet.

"There he is. There is MY friend," Polo states.

Polo hands me a glass as soon as I approach the table. I grab the glass and try to pull Polo away but he shakes me off.

"What are you doing?" I ask Polo.

I try to whisper it but Polo returns my whisper with a loud booming voice, "I was just telling these fucking losers how my best friend singlehandedly caused a civil war."

"What?" I ask.

"Haven't you heard?" Polo asks, "Prince Daai and Prince Dhaakir are at each other's throats over you. Both their armies are fighting as we speak. Over you..."

Polo is saying it as though it's something to be proud of. My mouth gets dry. I turn my back at that moment and notice that Constantine has followed me out. He has a smirk on his face as though enjoying every moment of Polo's word vomit.

"Polo that has nothing to do with me," I state, "You heard what they said. I'm just a slave."

"You're not just a slave. You had every eye staring at you. I even heard the eunuchs saying that people outside of the harem were discussing the talented slave named Hush that resides in our walls. Supposedly the sultan wants to see what is causing all this infighting with his sons."

I'm shocked.

"The sultan wants to see me."

Polo nods, "In person."

He smiles.

Fuck. I swallow at that moment. I wasn't ready. I was scared.

"Polo we should go," I state, noticing how drunk he is.

I try to leave but I'm stopped by Mendeecees.

"Stay for a while."

I notice how several boys flock to me saying the same thing. I notice how they pull out a seat for me.

"You haven't even seen your gifts," another boy states.

The boy is one of the newer boys that looks a little like Justinian. He brings me out a box of gifts. I'm shocked when I see them to be honest. I can't help but notice Polo's face.

"Look chocolates," Polo states, "I bet they are the best in the empire."

Polo helps himself to my chocolates. I don't mind but I know that Polo isn't doing it because he wants chocolates. I know he's doing it to get back at Alexios. He's doing a damn good job right now as well. Alexios is the quiet one all of a sudden. He sits off to the side watching as the boys help me open my gifts. There are clothes by the tons. Long robes, sashes, caftans with fur lining and embroidery, tunics, vests, trousers and more jewelry than I can imagine.

At first I think they are all from maybe Prince Daai for some reason, but I'm wrong.

"I don't even know these people," I state.

"Suitors are trying to get your attention," Jelani tells me, "They want to know what the big deal is."

"There is no big deal."

Polo shakes his head, "He's being shy, everyone."

This causes laughter and even more attention. Attention that I don't necessarily want. It was one thing to do what I did for survival. It was another thing to boast openly about it like Polo was doing right now. I notice Manuel standing over my shoulder. He stares at me.

"Did you want to leave?" Manuel asks me.

Maybe he can see the distress on my face. I don't know why he asks me that. I nod in agreement and he offers me his hand but just as he does I'm surrounded by more boys who bring me over a grand box. This box is actually a gift from Prince Daai.

"An emerald necklace," I realize.

The green jewels are perfect. They fall down to my chest.

"You look worth fighting for," Polo lets me know.

I'm surprised when Jelani smiles at me, "My suitor says that the sultan is allowing the war. Rumor has it he is displeased with Dhaakir as his heir. He's using Daai as a reason to replace Dhaakir."

"This is serious," I state.

"You think you're so special, don't you?" Alexios asks me.

Everyone stops talking when Alexios states that. He has been abandoned on the other side of the long dining table. He has been drinking too. His eyes cross towards me. His fingers tap anxiously on the wood as though he's been holding back from saying something for this long. I stare back at him and can tell that this is all getting underneath his skin in a way that he wasn't expecting.

"I didn't say that," I respond.

"He didn't have to say that," Polo butts in before I can let it all out, "He is special."

"I don't see it," Alexios responds.

"Maybe you're jealous," Polo states, "The sultan wants to see him."

"If you shit on the sultan's dick there won't be a 2nd chance," Alexios lets me know.

His coy remark causes a couple of people to laugh at me. These people were so fake. One moment they are admiring me and the next moment they laugh at me. It gets underneath my skin but I get up at that moment.

"Like I said...I'm nothing to be concerned about," I state.

"I didn't think so."

"You can have the necklace Alexios. It looks better on you," I respond.

I slide the box of emeralds across the table to Alexios. It was nothing to turn the other cheek when I needed to. The thing is even though I am beginning to walk away I realize that I've left Polo at the table. I turn around and notice Polo has walked over to grab the emeralds away from Alexios.

"You don't deserve these," Polo spits at Alexios, "It's about time someone took your place as the favorite around here."

"Polo..." I start out.

It's too late. Alexios is pissed.

"So that's what you're trying to do?" Alexios asks me, "You trying to take my place."

"I don't care about that," I respond.

Polo isn't anywhere near as shy. A part of me is embarrassed by Polo but I can understand why he is doing it. Alexios has targeted us since we came here. He was sick of it and Polo was sticking up for himself finally. The only problem is that Polo was using me as a shield where he can launch attacks at Alexios. He's finally found his confidence but only because of me.

"He took Basil away from you, Alexios. And now he's going to take the sultan," Polo responds.

Polo saying this sends Alexios over the edge. Alexios walks over to me and pulls his hand back as though he is about to strike me. He doesn't get close to doing it though. Someone grabs his hand and stops him. When I see who has stopped Alexios it's clear that this situation has gone from bad to worse.

"Don't ever put your hands on him," Basil tells Alexios grabbing onto his wrists. He twists his wrists until Alexios squirms in pain.

That's when I see Alexios. He looks so angry. He's shaking at that moment. The reality has hit Alexios. I think the reality hits a couple people at the same time. I notice Manuel and Constantine both shocked at Basil's actions. Maybe a part of me knew that Basil and I connected on some level during sex but I didn't want to admit that it would cause him to interfere. How many times had Basil seen Alexios mistreating others and he never interfered? Not until now. The moment is hard. The tension seems to fill the room.

Angry tears are rolling down Alexios's face.

Things have changed. Alexios was no longer the top boy and I can see the desperation in his eyes. He had nothing to lose. When an animal was cornered with nowhere to go they are the most dangerous they've ever been. Alexios was an animal now. He was losing everything to me and Polo had made sure everyone knew how clear that was today.

He stares at me and says in the most angry tone, "You won't make it to see the sultan. I promise you, Hush. I'm going to kill you. You hear me? I'm going to kill you!"

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