THE PRINCE
TWO
Life in the palace was really exquisitely dull. Younas, the prince, spent whole days doing nothing more than contemplating his lack of achievement and thinking of the past and all his grievances. He sighed as he stepped out of the kiosk-transport to be confronted by a line of kow-towing courtiers. He snapped his fingers at them and they shuffled slowly away into whatever dim and distant apartments they inhabited, or virtually inhabited.
As the last echoes of their departure whispered down the long vaulted corridor, Younas heard the hiss of the kiosk-transport behind him and turned to see a flushed and disarranged Jubal emerging. The wet sand was flaking off the boy-clone and the slimy cum from the twins' drenching climaxes was dripping down his legs. But he was smiling.
Younas took the lad in his massive arms, aroused by the sight. Jubal clung to him in delight. "Arturo, Jaffar," he gasped, leaning against his prince and shivering. He pointed to the transporter.
Younas found cum on the boy's ample red lips. He tasted it, licked it slowly, shared it with the lad in a lingering open-mouthed kiss. Then pushed him abruptly away and told him to get cleaned up. Jubal bowed and walked away down the corridor, his big feet slapping on the marble and his beautifully sculpted hindquarters undulating with shapely muscle.
As he fondly watched the lad's retreating form Younas was aware of a stirring behind him and a discreet cough. "Chamberlain," the prince intoned in his deeply resonant voice, "you wanted something?"
He turned to see the chamberlain posed with one arm on hip and a slim case of memoranda in the other hand. He was a large blond youth with naturally waved and curled hair reaching to his waist, although the word 'natural' had little meaning in this place when the chamberlain's form was that assumed by a very old man. But rejuvenating techniques had taken enormous strides toward the impossible in the last several decades and the chamberlain's anomalous appearance went unremarked.
"Prince." He bowed and then slowly straightened. Younas looked down to see the man's large and shapely privates amply accentuated by the black fishnet material of his codpiece. A similar material covered the sensuous pecs whose hairless curves were most aesthetically satisfying. Younas reached out a large brown hand and massaged them slowly. The chamberlain sighed with satisfaction.
Younas put his arm around the man's slim waist and walked with him toward the gilded doors of the private apartments. There they found the lad Jubal, already cleaned up, in attendance, and the three lay down together on the massive divan and took wine in goblets encrusted with glittering jewels, the prince and the chamberlain on either side of the happy boy, touching and kissing him and each other from time to time.
"I see from your face, Chamberlain, that something is worrying you. You always have a twitch just here," he touched the man's golden forehead, "when you are concerned."
The chamberlain took the prince's hand and kissed it on the palm. Then he smoothed back his golden curls. "It may be nothing, but my feeling is otherwise. News from your father's carrier, at present pleasure-crusing the Miloese galaxy, is ambiguous. The royal counter-seal was not affixed to the memoranda." He picked the case from the cushions and waved it in Younas' face.
Younas inspected the slim silver case with the royal symbol fretted in gold upon its surface. He weighed it in his hand carefully, as if able to read the contents by touch alone. "My father grows careless in his old age," he smiled. "I hear he is besotted with his new clone-daughter and is using all his remaining energy on sex-magic with the shapely maiden."
The chamberlain added in an undertone, "Mmm, the new toy so innocently dispatched to him by his ever-loving son."
Jubal, at mention of the female element, pulled a comically disgusted face and hid his head in the chamberlain's bosom while his inquisitive hand began to massage the fishnet codpiece with considerable dexterity. But after all, he was only being polite.
"It has always been my prime motive in life to please my father," the prince noted with theatrical sarcasm. "Otherwise I would long ago have been consigned to the recycling bin without a thought, as were so many of my careless brothers."
The chamberlain's hand touched the prince's hand as it lay against Jubal's shapely thigh. "It is not the king you have to fear, but those who hide behind his regal presence."
The prince looked into the chamberlain's beautiful eyes. "You mean Akkad?"
"I do. He gathers more and more power to himself. Your father is completely under his influence."
"I don't think so, my friend. My father is not one to let the steering-wheel slip out of his grasp."
The chamberlain nodded. "That used to be true, my prince. But since he started taking the forbidden substance his mind has become considerably clouded. And who supplies him with the drug?"
"Akkad?"
The chamberlain nodded meaningfully.
"So what can we do?" Even as he asked this question, the prince realised that the chamberlain would have a plan. That he had planned even the prince's own question, framing his answer in advance. Another Akkad in the making? Perhaps, thought Younas; and I must be careful to stitch a contingency plan to cover all his plots.
The air in the room seemed suddenly to have grown thicker and the prince rose and went out onto the balcony where the sea air blew delightfully into his face and across his hot body. Looking down, he saw the twins patrolling the shore. They at least were his own devoted personal servants, devoted to him by the power of his sexual hold over them, if nothing else. Yet sexual fascination might so easily change, be given over to a new object of desire. Whereas fear was more stable. And so also was need. He had what they at present lacked: power. He nodded to himself, waved to the twins, and went back into the room.
Jubal in his absence had disengaged the chamberlain's heavy equipment from its fishnet codpiece and was lazily and delicately mouthing it between his dark red fleshy lips. The boy's rump was quivering invitingly as he lay with his face over the chamberlain's large cock. Younas knelt and straddled the boy. As he felt the prince's big member entering his orifice Jubal gave a heavy sigh against the chamberlain's erect penis which sent a thrill through the older man.
The prince leant forward and began to nuzzle the boy's ear and then leaning further forward he took the chamberlain's cock in his own mouth while the boy nuzzled the balls. It was delightful when the two mouths met over and across their heavy burden and the boy turned his head so that the prince's tongue could enter his mouth. The boy's black curls became entwined in the other's golden pubic hair making a delightful contrast. The prince gazed down at this delightful ensemble with rapture.
'It is his weakness,' reflected the chamberlain with deep satisfaction. 'And it might be his undoing.'
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