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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