Idle Prince Two - The Stopover By Sasha Steele
The inn was the finest in the valley. Still there was a flurry of activity, cleaning and preparing in anticipation of the prince's arrival. The prince's entourage had arrived one week before, securing the inn for his private use. All was in readiness.
The coach slowed as it neared the inn. Royal guardsmen were at their posts, valets and servants standing waiting. A young boy cleaning windows caught prince Manakan's eye. The boy was nearing the age of internment, which is twenty five years of age. Still he appeared Innocent, as his musculature had not yet matured.
Prince Manakan regarded the boy's beauty. The boy wore a plain tan coloured dress and brown high-heel sandals. The dress was very short. Reaching to clean his windows caused it to ride up, exposing the seat of his white panties worn beneath. He wore no makeup or jewelry, and he had the face of an angel. His pure blond hair, done in a single long braid, told the prince that the the boy was a Carpathian.
Assisted by attendants the prince stepped from the carriage, then entered the inn. The prince seemed larger than life. Dressed entirely in black, his appearance was striking. All were in awe.
The elegantly decorated long outer coat he wore was fully beaded and embroidered in silk with embedded jewels from its wide padded shoulders to its flowing hem near the ground. The black dress worn under his coat was sleeveless and fitted tightly to the prince's heavy torso. Two long slits to the top of each thigh separated the front from the rear panel of the full length dress, exposing, as he slowly waddled into the inn, his heavy legs clad in black nylon stalkings with pretty lace elastic tops. On his feet the prince wore black ankle-strap high-heel sandals, their extremely high heels making it impossible to walk anything more than short distances. Not that the prince, lazy as he was, had an inclination to walk any distance at all.
Manakan's long black hair was in a single braid that hung down very low on his thick back. His soft beautiful face was heavily made up in black mascara, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and maroon lipstick. He was laden with jewelry of every description, mostly done of precious black stones - an eight strand choker necklace spread upon his massive upper chest, a multitude of ear studs culminated in a large black-stone drop earrings, a ring on every finger and thumb, a second ring on the first section of the index and middle finger of both hands, multi-strand bracelets on both thick wrists. His face studs were all black gold, the largest between his contoured eyebrows, two smaller studs each at the side of his eyes, another at the side of each nostril, and one below his pouting lower lip.
The prince was ravenous after his long journey and so immediately sat down to dine. He partook of every delicacy. Manakan's gluttony knows no bounds. Fed by servants, the prince sat back kneading his enormous belly and hummed approval with every morsel of sweet breads, and meats, thick soups of vegetables, and cakes, washing each down with the wine offered to his lips by an attendant trained in such matters.
The boy who had been cleaning windows brought another bottle of wine to refill the prince's goblet. He truly was beautiful and Manakan felt a stirring beneath his skirt. "You there, boy," he spoke.
The boy turned around, and, pinching the hem of his short skirt between his thumbs and middle fingers, lifted it a bit to the sides as he placed his right foot behind his left. Then bending slightly at the knees the boy bowed and curtsied to the prince. His eyes were down cast as was proper decorum. "Yes, your majesty," he uttered.
Prince Manakan had taken notice of the of youth's bulging pantie pouch partially exposed as his skirt was raise. "Come forward," the prince said, and gestured with his hand. "With such white hair you must hail from Nepathia."
"Yes, your majesty."
"The length of its braid approaches that of my own. Turn around. Let us see," the prince said.
The boy turned and prince Manakan lifted his braid, thumbing its texture. His eyes fell to the boys rounded back side. "Hmmm, very nice," he said, dropping the braid, "you may carry on." The boy turned, stepped back, curtsied, then hurried of into the kitchen.
Half drunk, Manakan retired to his quarters. He went directly to a huge mirror installed there for him and raised his arms on a slight angle to have his outer coat removed. The prince admired himself in the mirror, the regal beauty of his face and form meeting his approval. The tight dress left Manakan's heavy arms bare, its bodice was tight fitted to his fleshy man-tits. The straps and part of lace cups of the black brassier he wore showed. He turned on a bit of angle, side to side.
His heavy legs, clad in black nylons, flashed in the openings of the long skirt. Each split rang all the way to the top of the thigh. The splits separated the skirt's front from the back panel. The back panel overlapped the front at the waist and fitted tight to the prince's generous hips and enormous back side from where it draped loosely to his ankles. The front panel was tight to his fat stomach, following around and under its overhang for a short distance, then tented back out again with the elongated ridge-like bulge of his pantied cock.
The prince turned on an angle, one way then the other, admiring his bulk. Again he felt a stirring beneath his skirt. His soft pudgy hands, dripping in jewelry and replete with long fingernails painted maroon, traced the contour of his bloated gut and downward to the bulge between his heavy thighs.
"Bring my toilet," the prince ordered. The royal toilet was constructed of the finest hardwood and ivory, decorated in gold, and inlaid with jewels and emeralds. A removable fecal tray, which sat on the upper shelf, was of pure gold, and the urinal vase, worth a king's ransom, was on a lower shelf to the front.
His toilet brought, attendants removed Manakan's panties. His skirts held out of way, the prince sat his fat ass on the soft silken cushion of his toilet seat. Manakan spread his massive thighs allowing his faithfull servant, Anica, to take hold of his big thick cock in order to direct the prince's golden stream into the vase, which had been removed from the shelf and set on the floor in front of him. Anica felt the weight of his master's magnificent cock, outwardly warm and soft, solid beneath, and pliable as a partially engorged cock would be. Presently he felt the prince's urine racing through its thick shaft, and heard splashing as it gathered in the bottom of the vase.
The prince took his breath and bore down, his anal ring crowned as a very large bowel movement presented itself in the opening. While making his motion prince Manakan gave instructions as to his feeding and the disposition of his clothing, makeup, perfume, and jewelry for the following day. The dissertation halted periodically while the prince gathered his breath bearing down to further advance the large well packed fecal mass that remained in one solid piece as it curled onto the golden tray.
Finished his toiletries the prince held out his hands and was helped to his feet. The golden fecal tray was presented for his inspection. The prince's dark brown shit lay on the tray, a shining L-shaped beauty fifteen inches long and three inches thick. He nodded approval and ordered that his dress be taken off and replaced with a long, loose fitting purple robe. Prince Manakan sat at his vanity while a well muscled chambermaid took out the braid and combed out the prince's long curly black hair.
"Bring the white haired boy to me," he ordered.
The boy entered, waiting patiently until the prince turned to him. He was wearing the same clothes he had in the day, a short dress and sandals, his hair still in a single long braid. When the prince turned on his swivel bench the boy curtsied.
"You know why I have brought you here," said the prince.
"Yes, your majesty"
"Good. What are you called?"
"Your majesty, my name is Tamra."
"Remove your dress, Tamra"
Tamra unlatched his dress taking it to the floor. He stepped out of it and stood before the prince wearing nothing but a white brassier and panties. A semi erection clearly showed in his pantie pouch.
"Remove your panties. Turn around," the prince ordered.
Tamra did as he was bid - removed his panties and slowly turned in a circle. His cock was now fully erect. Tamra's young, and completely hairless body, was indeed beautiful. Looking at him, the prince drew a long breath.
Prince Manakan held out his hands, bent at elbow and wrist, allowing attendants to take hold assisting him to his feet. He too was fully erect, his enormous cock tenting outward the loose skirt of his purple robe beyond the swell of his protruding stomach.
"Come." the prince said, gesturing the boy to approach him. Opening his robe, the prince took the boy in his massive arms, drawing him close, and he kissed him. The prince's fat stomach pressed against Tamra's flat abdomen, their hard cocks met, the prince's member nearly twice the length and thickness of the youth's. Manakan dropped his robe to the floor, and, still holding Tamra close, breathing heavily, began to undulate himself against him.
"Remove this," the prince ordered, indicating that Tamra take off his brassier. Manakan placed his hands on Tamra's youthful pecs. "Mmmmm, so young and tender," he said, "come." Taking the boy's hand the prince led him to his bed and pushed him onto its white satin sheets. The prince, still in his black brassier, stockings, and high-heel sandals, and wearing all his jewelry, climbed on top of the naked boy. Massive legs of the prince's obese body straddled him, his oppressive weight crushed down on him. Their hard cocks in contact, Manakan undulated his wide hips as he kissed the boy's lips.
"Ahhhh," the prince mouthed, closing his beautiful brown eyes and tilting back his head causing the fat under his chin to take a more gentle curve. Slowly prince Manakan removed his bulk from the boy, working himself downward. He stopped to suck Tamra's nipples, before moving on to his cock. The prince took Tamra's beautiful seven inch long cock in hand, gently masturbating him. Then he took it into his mouth and began to suck on it.
His hands at his temples, he dare not touch the prince without permission, Tamra arched his back and moaned. Prince Manakan drew him deep into his mouth, his head rising and falling as he brought Tamra to orgasm. Unable to stop himself Tamra squealed with pleasure as he came in prince Manakan's mouth. The prince swallowed Tamra's cum.
Lifting his tender legs, Manakan licked the boy's bald scrotum, and behind it. Pushing one leg to turn him over, the prince ordered him on his belly. Tamra rolled over. The prince lifted the boy's slender hips from the bed, bringing his sweet young ass to him. He spread Tamra's round cheeks, savouring the earthen aroma, and dragged his tongue through the moist cleft between Tamra's cheeks causing the boy to shudder. Then the prince's watering mouth found Tamra's hole, and he sucked the boy's sweet young ass.
"Ahhhhhh," Tamra moaned as Manakan's tongue pierced his virgin ass. With the sharp tang of his taste on his lips and tongue the prince tended Tamra's young ass for a few moments before he brought his throbbing erection to him. Tamra felt Manakan's massive cock sliding back and forth in the crack of his ass. He felt its enormous head on his sphincter as the prince milked precum from his cock to lubricate him. Then he felt the prince's cock push against his opening. Again Tamra shuddered, and he tightened.
"You dare resist your prince," Manakan scowled, taking hold Tamra's long braid and giving it a quick pull.
"No, your majesty."
"You are mine, and will be taken," the prince said. "Relax your backside."
"Yes, your majesty." Tamra tried to relax his ass. He wanted the prince to take him, but was afraid.
Still gripping the boy's braid, Manakan thrust himself into him. Tamra gasped, his anal ring opened, and suddenly the prince's enormous cock head was inside of him. Manakan thrust his weighty hips, further advancing his cock. Tamra cried out, he balled the satin sheets in his fists and buried his face in the soft bed. Prince Manakan gripped the boy's slight hips and drove himself hard into him, doing so over and over again as he inched his way deep into Tamra's virgin ass hole. Tamra's mouth was gaped wide open and his closed eyes watered. He felt as though his insides were being torn apart, as though there was no end to the enormous cock that penetrated him all the way in to his stomach. Wreathing about on the bed, Tamra squirmed and squealed as the obese prince fucked him.
Manakan held fast to Tamra's hips as the boy struggled beneath the prince's fat stomach. His struggles further aroused the prince. The prince's huge round bum, like two massive melons, worked hard to drive his cock and sweat gathered in the deep crack between them. The prince drew near to his ecstasy. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. "Ahh, ahh." The prince was close now. He was going to cum. "Ahh, ahh, ahh."
Tamra felt the heaviness of the prince on his back, the coal-black curls of the prince's long hair hanging down draped across him. He felt the deep surges of the prince's enormous erection tearing at his insides as Manakan mercilessly thrust himself into him. Then he felt the prince stop undulating. Deep in his stomach Tamra felt a moment of pulsating and a point of great heat, then an explosion as if something within him had burst.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Manakan cried as he came. Fifteen, sixteen times. Tamra thought that the prince would never stop, that his ass would overflow with royal cum. There was pain, but also great pleasure in his pain.
For a short time after he came the prince more gently fucked the boy. Then, exhausted, he withdrew and rolled onto his bed. The prince's attendants came to him. "Look to the boy," he instructed one of them. "See that he remains. I may have need of him on the morrow." As he lay on the bed, the pampered prince's attendants undressed, massaged, and cleaned every inch of his corpulent body, then dressed him for bed.
The sun was already high when the prince awoke with a hard cock and strong need to urinate. He ran his hands across the smooth material of his silk nightie. It felt good against the soft skin of his fat belly. The prince's hand went bellow his stomach to his hard cock. That too felt good - the smoothness of his powder-blue coloured silk panties against a hard cock bursting with pee.
The prince rolled over, and with one heavy leg bent at the knee pressed his pantied cock into the soft bed. He held his breath, bore down, and presently the heat at the tip of his hard cock, on its underside, broke, and the prince's pee poured through his panties and the bed sheets soaking into the mattress. "Mmmmmmmm," the prince hummed as he relived himself, revelling in the shear decadents of this act, as he did with all his indulgences and vices. He wanted to masturbate but decided to wait.
Finished peeing, the prince pulled the cord to summon his attendants who fed him sweets, croissants with jam butter and honey, buns, fruit and coffee as he lay back against the pillows of his bed. They bathed him and massaged exotic oils into the softness of his perfect skin. Painted his long finger nails and toe nails in silver. Applied his makeup - black mascara and eye liner, silver eye shadow and lipstick. Did his hair in long curled tresses that lay on his wide back, held there by two diamond-studded barrettes behind his ears, and left two long curls in front of his ears that cascaded downward to his heavy chest.
The prince's attendants put jewelry on him, all of it in diamonds, white pearls, and white-gold. Face and ear studs, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, finger and thumb rings, as much jewelry as he had worn the day before. More. A cock ring of delicate chains made from pure white-gold with smooth, flat, polished diamonds was set around the back of his scrotum with a second loop around the base of his shaft so that the diamonds remained topmost. The ornate cock ring cascaded along the base of his thick cock from beneath the fold of his fat bald pubis mound. They sprayed the finest mists and perfumes on his royal body. Pampered and fused over him while the prince sat in front of his vanity wearing nothing but a short shiny white silk robe, and ivory high-heel slippers, all the while being fed chocolate cream buns and sweetened tea.
Then they dressed him. For this day his majesty had chosen a white-silver satin gown with matching over coat and hat. The long gown was sleeveless, gathered at his bust, tight to his stomach, its full skirt loose but split high as was the black dress worn the day before. The ornate over coat was embroidered in silk with white beads, pearls and diamond designs. The white Peadora hat featured a short upturn brim with satin banding, sumptuous veiling, and loops in back.
The prince's lingerie consisted of white satin panties, a matching lace brassier, and beige nylon stalkings with elastic lace tops. The stockings were drawn up high into the prince's crotch, and the brassier, when fully dressed would not be completely hidden beneath the bodice of his dress. For his feet, shiny white ankle-strap sandals with six inch high ivory heels. Well trained attendants dressed the prince, first his brassier, stalkings, then shoes while he sat. Then panties, for which he had to stand, and finally his long flowing dress, but that only after he had thoroughly studied himself in the mirror while still in his lingerie.
Manakan had an erection in his panties when finally his dress was put on him. He sat back down on the bench of his vanity allowing them to fuss with his hat. And then, except for the overcoat, the prince was fully clothed.
Tamra had been brought back to the prince's boudoir. He wore a plain off-white dress - very short, and tan high heel sandals. His white-blond hair was again in a single long braid. Prince Manakan turned from his vanity to regard the boy. Tamra curtsied, and stood with head bowed as the prince raised his goosenecked arms to be assisted to his feet. The loose skirt of Manakan's gown cascaded from his stomach and, although his stomach protruded outward nine inches or so, his long hard cock tented the skirt six inches beyond it.
The prince lifted the front panel of his skirt with his left hand, passed it over to his right, trapping it there with his fat forearm to expose the erection that tented his panties. The penal-pouch of his panties, drawn tight to the prince's thick shaft, offered little resistance to the stretch of his fifteen inch cock. He signalled his favourite servant, Anica, to withdraw it through the leg hole of his panties for him. Fully exposed cock in hand, the prince gestured Tamra to approach.
"On your knees," he ordered. Tamra sank to his knees. The prince rubbed his hard cock on the side of Tamra's Innocent face as he slowly masturbated. With his free hand he took hold the boys long braid and brought Tamra's mouth to his balls. Tamra knelt obediently before the prince, sitting on his haunches with his tilted back while Manakan worked the monstrous cock that hurt Tamra so much the night before. The prince's feet were spread twenty four inches apart, his toes pointed slightly inward. Prince Manakan, with all his magnificent bulk, loomed above Tamra - heavy thighs like great tree trunks clad in beige nylons, his fat protruding stomach enclosed in the folds of his dress skirt moved a small measure back and fourth just above his head. Tamra waited for the prince to cum. He heard him moan. The prince was close now.
Manakan continued to masturbate as he undulated his wide, thick hips. He felt the a heat building under his cock head, and drew a long breath through his teeth, "ssssssssssssssss." The strokes he took on his shaft were longer now, all the way down to the diamond cock ring. His grip tightened. He was going to cum. "Sssssssssssss."
"Ahhh, ssss, ahhh." With the boy's long braid still in his hand, the prince pressed Tamra's forehead back. "Open your mouth," he ordered. The prince placed his huge cock head in Tamra's mouth. Still working his erection he rocked back and fourth sliding its throbbing head along the boy's tongue. " Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Manakan moaned as his cock exploded in Tamra's open mouth.
Cock still in his hand, the prince fucked Tamra for a short time. When he began to soften, the prince removed his cock placing it against Tamra's cheek. Tamra felt the prince's stomach tighten. He felt a warm trickle on his face, then a stream as the prince brought pressure to bear on his bladder. He peed on Tamra for a minute or so. Warm urine ran down Tamra's face and dripped from his chin.
Finished urinating, the prince dismissed Tamra with an indifferent wave. Anica fixed the prince's cock in its pantie pouch. Two attendants slipped the prince's coat over his big fat arms and adjusted it on his broad shoulders. Prince Manakan appraised himself in the great mirror that took an entire wall of his makeshift boudoir. His hair, makeup, jewelry, clothing were perfect, his corpulent beauty breathtaking.
Ravaged by hunger, the prince retired to the dining room where he was fed, gorging on tender meats, breads, and vegetables dripping in gravy. The prince partook of wine and sweets, filling himself until he thought that his swollen belly would surely burst. And when he had finally satisfied his gluttony, the prince sat back with his hands on his gut, and closed his eyes as he puffed up his cheeks then expelled the air.
In the coach the prince lounged on his soft riding bed. The journey ahead of him was long and dangerous. No where near succession to the throne, if the king and all his legal heirs were to die in this war, then prince Manakan would serender the kingdom to the Savatine Emperor. Manakan had no stomach for war.
Let them wage their war, he thought, let the Emperor kill them all. For, the prince reasoned, with his own beauty, with all his powers of persuasion and great sexual prowess, he would seduce the Emperor. Then all would be his. Manakan had no stomach for war but he would have its spoils - the succulent delicacies of Tara, the gastronomical delights Romtina, the fine raiment's of Paran, gowns and dresses fit for a king, the finest silks and satins, and the new synthetics of designer lingerie. All the gold, diamonds, and precious stones, and the perfumes of far away Shatoriana, everything would be his.
The prince smiled as he thought further of the conquered peoples - the black she male Tranizons with their great pointed breasts, huge rounded backsides, and black cocks that hung past their knees. The powerful Baronians with their massive muscles and thick cocks. They too would belong to the prince.
Manakan drew aside the front panel of his long skirt, and placed a pudgy hand on his cock, which was fully erect now and tenting up his white satin panties. He held it with an over grip, his fat forearm resting against the side of his belly, and began to gently stroke it. Manakan liked the feel of his hard cock through his panties.
He thought of Tamra, as he held in his free hand the long white-blond braid taken from the boy's head. So pretty the boy was. He brought the braid to his nostils and breathed deep. The boy hailed from Nepathia, another conquered kingdom, as did Anica who now sat across from the prince in the coach. Oh, yes. Napatians, with their beautiful angelic faces, blue eyes, blond hair, and willing mouths. He put the braid aside.
"Anica, come to me," the prince ordered.
Anica withdrew the massive hardon from his beloved prince's panties and took it in his mouth to give his master a blow job. Manakan closed his eyes. Anica's mouth was very talented. This would not take long. Manakan tilted his back, his mouth opened, "ahhhhhhhh," he moaned. Beyond the swell of his belly the prince saw Anica's head bobbing up and down as he sucked the prince's cock. He placed a heavy hand on Anica's head, stopping his motion. "Ahhhhhhhhh." Manakan pushed Anica's head down and held him there. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the prince moaned as he came in Anica's mouth.
Holding Anica there a while longer, prince Manakan strained to relieve himself. Then his cock burst and the prince urinated in his servant's mouth, allowing him to drink of his golden nectar. When the prince had finished peeing, Anica replaced his royal cock in the soft pouch of his panties. Thus relieved, Manakan yawed. He lifted his fat arms overhead and arched his back to stretch, then laid back onto his soft pillows. The coach swayed, and presently the idle prince drifted off to sleep.
End