Mehmed's Handsome Trusted Favorite

By James Jenkins

Published on Apr 22, 2023

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All the characters in this standalone story are real whereas the acts are fictional. Any resemblance to person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All language, places, and details used in this story are meant to give a sense of the time and atmosphere in the Ottoman imperial court. No offense to Turkish culture and history nor Islam is intended.

I do not have anything to do with Season 2 of the Netflix docu-drama series "Rise of Empires: Ottoman Mehmed VS Vlad." Writing credits belong to Emre Sahim. Nor do I know the sexualities of the actors who play Young Mehmed (Dogan Can Sarikaya), Vlad (Rüzgar Diricanli), and Radu (Hasan Demir Bayram).

This story takes place in episode 4 "Brothers No More" in the year 1448 and is inspired by Mehmed II and Radu's alleged sexual relationship (which the series omitted making references about). I have conducted research to be as true to the period and setting as much as possible.

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Mehmed's Handsome Trusted Favorite © James Jenkins 2023

It is the time when he is 16 years of age. Pale of face and of a sallow complexion with hollow eyebrows, his nose high and crooked, that the point thereof seemed to touch his lips. Mehmed the second of his name and Vali Ahad to the Ottoman throne had only but tasted but a mere drop of the power he would one day inherit, yet his lesson on the tempestuousness of trust he would find tested through the offering of two unlikely guests. They all reside in the Edirne Palace, at the heart of the imperial capital. Of the two hostages given loyalty from the vassal state of Wallachia, he found a friend in one of them too. The name of his newly trusted favorite is Radu, he is 6 years his junior. While Radu is small he is a very handsome boy. His hair is short, brown, wavy, and better-maintained than his Mehmed's. With lips so full and delicate. His eyes are large, dark, and soft, and are framed by a dark sweep of lashes. Blessed with high cheekbones, and a squarish shaped jaw. The boy also has thick eyebrows. Every time Mehmed saw him, he felt some fiery stirring deep within him. Of Sultan Murad's eight sons, he was considered a very gorgeous youth and Mehmed wanted to equally indulge his passions and ambitions with Radu's brother-Vlad Dracula-elder of the Wallachian princes, but he is not one to simply conciliate with this friendship. Vlad is sound and strong of limb, with a fierce and dreadful appearance, a large, aquiline nose, inflated nostrils, and a thin and somewhat red face, with very prominent eyelashes surrounded wide-open bluish-gray eyes, and which black, thick-haired eyebrows made to appear menacing. He is so willful when his foster brother sought to entice him, Mehmed rarely often saw his nightly tunic stained with nocturnal pollutions. In this battle of clashing zeal, he was vexed to lay with and seduce him. There still were private moments where he was interested in feeling the warmth of another women. Yet it was not so simple to share pleasure other women because he had yet to learn to please one and he had yet to be betrothed yet. Hence, Mehmed sought other means to explore the passionate side taking root in his soul.

The waters flowed when Mehmed was free from studies with his tutors, when he was allowed to browse the royal library and studied intimate illustrations and myths of love between men. When Mehmed saw the nude images of them, he felt a thrill rush like a hail of arrows course within his veins. He very much grew interested in reading lurid stories from Greece and Rome in ages past. His most favored ones were the romantic exploits of heroes from the fabled Achilles to the idolized conqueror Alexander. Wholeheartedly Mehmed read more stories and histories- he enjoyed the sexual knowledge and experiences detailed in both. When he read these stories of close male friendships, Mehmed thought of the moment when he would implement the same knowledge into his own life as Sultan-what is happen when he becomes a man? There were times amidst palace life, he thought about sex with his newly trusted favorite, Radu. Yet he is so innocent, Mehmed was partially afraid the captive prince would be unable to embrace the pain, if not fail to contain his urges, and the most uneasy truth is he told it to his brother-who swore to protect him always. It was more difficult in taming a wild horse to be intimate, let alone be friends with him. Every moment he thought it was a mockery from Fate to have sex with him because Vlad and his gentle kindred brother were both supposed to be equals. Both are orphan children in a strange land, pawns in destinies they cannot turn away from. Yet Mehmed failed to deny his sexual draw to Radu. With each passing day his sexual interest increased more than the imperial coffers. He had to refrain from cursing silently in his daily prayers, for he could not conquer it himself.

Mehmed knew it very well that even clandestine sex is more exciting than usual dalliances in the harem. In this subject, he wanted to engage in a private moment with Radu. While practicing his Greek, he thought back to when the boys of Drăculești appeared before his father... when he had nurtured his own sexual feelings, that he was brimming with lust for him. In this challenge, the flame of his secret campaign was sparked. Having taken his tutors words to heart, he first had to test the iron-sharp mind of his possible friend and foe, Vlad, in a different way.

Every time following evening meals, when Mehmed would succeed initiating sex with Vlad at night, he found the chance to see an awestruck and confused Radu witness their sexual exploration. A blushing transfixed Radu is near, watching from beneath the flooding moonlight of the bedchamber window. Mehmed nearly chuckled to himself as he knew this was why he looked upon this inconceivable yet wonderful sexual liberation in clear view-with arousal. His curly dark-haired defiant brother knew nothing about the depths of this game-so far.

Often when Vlad would go to stables and set out on a ride, sometimes his father would accompany him. Mehmed invited Radu to partake in sharing wine together, but it is far from a friendly pretense. The true motive is he wanted the less troublesome Wallachian prince near him, as Radu came to his chamber Mehmed turned a page in the book "The return on the old man to youth through the power of sex"- Radu saw one of the text's licentious illustrations and gulped. Sometime when he was reading sexual when he should have been sleeping, Radu would come near Mehmed, who intentionally opened his pai jama to the amazement of the intrigued boy looking-his apprehension evident. Usually, Mehmed would show him erotic imagery and sketches of gorgeous Greek and Roman nude men he had collected. With each passing day Mehmed tried to increase his advances as his sexual feelings urged him on like battle drums. Six days later after their afternoon prayers, Radu shot Mehmed a small smile-he is interested to explore this further, and he is equally piqued to enjoy this new metamorphosis in the relationship with his captor friend.

Later that very night, Mehmed ordered him to stroke his right leg. But Vlad outrighted expressed protest for Radu not to do this. Particularly, when Mehmed was met by a dagger's point at his side on one occasion and Radu fled as a monkey up a garden fig tree. Stubborn of will, Vlad was not interested in nightly indiscretions sex with Mehmed, but Radu knew the crown prince was a very attractive youth and the former wanted to cross the threshold of manhood with another boy-his first. This way the more hesitant of the two hostages followed Mehmed on a silent signal whenever the latter was waiting for the chance when the warrior-prince would venture outside of his apartments.

On a particular summer's day Vlad was occupied sparring in the training courtyard. He secretly shot a brief yet telling glance at Radu to come, as he was alone in his chambers. Mehmed was sleeping in his bed while reading a book of erotic poetry. At the sound of knocking on the heavy door and seeing Radu's head peek through the torch-lit crack, Mehmed nudged his head for him come hither and mouthed to the boy to massage his legs. As his friend inched closer to the bed, Mehmed switched to a new ornately inlaid book. Slowly Radu came near the bed and with shaky fingers began to massage Mehmed's left leg. When the meek boy proceeded to massage his leg, the Ottoman prince felt the flaring heatedness of sexual zeal overtake him like a wolf pack enveloping their prey.

Clearing his throat, Mehmed wet his lips with his tongue and asked him in a light tone "Will you ever speak of this to your brother?"

Radu raised his head to meet his friend's face and curtly replied "No."

"You really have skilled hands Radu...will you not do the same for my back?" Mehmed suggested for him to scoot up closer and massage his right shoulder.

Radu started to massage Mehmed's shoulder as if stroking a steed's flank. When he seated himself atop of his friend's ass, the elder youth felt his cheeks redden. In turn Mehmed started to massage Radu's exposed right leg and knee.

His white clear skin was so soft when Mehmed massaged him. The Ottoman prince felt animated in embarking on this licentious adventure. He quickly caught onto the fact Radu is very nervous to partake in this, his gentle eyes trailing up his friend's body yet felt as if he were approaching an executioner's block.

"Have no fear Radu, this is all in love for you," Mehmed told him to ease the tension. Radu nodded silently and massaged him as the former proceeded as if he were painting a portrait. Four minute of this, Mehmed turned to the prince's face, and both stared outright as stone lions at the palatial gates. He stroked the now humming youth all over his delectable body. Mehmed raised the boy's tunic and saw his crickets and blade were far from grown. Radu seated near the ambitious Vali Ahad's pai jamas. Mehmed removed his when the now curious youth drew nearer to his groin. The Turkish youth's cock increased with the madly rousing feeling of sexual ferment.

Mehmed caught Radu's hand and placed it inside his warmed undergarment and said, "You may touch," as his warm breath waived against the dumbfounded boy's face.

While he is a child of 10 years, his massage talents are beyond imagining. Apparently, he learned well from the poetry Mehmed shared with him and lurid illustration the latter was all too pleased to show him.

"Radu, I want you to remove your tunic and lay before me-in full view," Mehmed insisted. Yet a constant sliver of fear in the boy made him far from interested to submit, especially after he saw beneath Mehmed's undergarments at his 75' long cock, he is afraid to take the risk.

"You may trust me Radu, I will not take you by force. I only wish to see your full beauty," Mehmed assured him again.

Then with a brief glance, he agreed to remove his pai jamas. When they were both nude, Radu's cock came into full view near Mehmed's groin. The sweeping feeling so indescribable, Mehmed felt his heartbeat rapidly increasing with the zeal to pluck the ripened fruit. Mehmed could see his friend's cock is quite small and it is without hair. Partly afraid to thrust his hardened lance inside Radu's small untouched ass. Steeling himself, he massaged the boy's inner cave. Licking his lips, Mehmed slipped inside his ass and attempted to put his thumb in Radu's asshole. The instant he pushed his finger in past Radu's gate, he cried out in pain and clenched his teeth. He promised to never treat him as a common market slave again. Five minutes of growing accustomed to the mildly upsetting breach, he began to stroke Mehmed's cock. He thought already of the opportunity when they would meet alone another time. Gently stroking Radu's hair, Mehmed tried to push his cock into the pulsing asshole. Suddenly the distinct sound of boots was heard approaching down the nearby corridor. They both hastily got dressed, during which Mehmed whispered a promise to him to never speak of this secret affair to anyone.

Radu agreed with him and said, "By Allah I swear it." Mehmed resumed sleeping and continued reading as Radu crept to the door.

Following this night when Mehmed got a brief chance to alone, he showed him his manhood and invited him to "Pleasure it."

With newfound willingness, he stroked Mehmed's cock while his brother returned the same affection to Radu's as well. Yet Vlad was wise to this. Six days passed by when they were only able to share a single day of oral sex and sometimes, they touched each other's cocks. Mehmed and Radu, who he was rarely seen without now, were now understanding each other more and both were waiting to fully alone in the bedchamber. However, Vlad was not one so easily swayed to engage in this.

One day Vlad fell ill with a violently raging fever, and he was confined to his bed. Mehmed was reading a history of the Caesars while sitting the chair in his quarters. The finely carved wooden chair sat three feet from the bed. Vlad is in the middle of the bed, while in his own chamber Radu was sleeping near the window looking out over the gardens. Mehmed seized the chance to make love with his trusted brother now lover, Radu.

Mehmed watched his personal selection of köçekler dancers during the midday meal. Excusing himself afterwards, he silently returned to his private room where his heaven-blessed favorite is sleeping. He has the appearance of a lamb at peace. Quietly, Mehmed touched him and with calculated movements, set about rubbing the small tip of his cockhead.

In five seconds, he woke up and whispered to him "Come with me." Mehmed had seen to an extra seat prepared beside that of his own for a special court performance.

As a wolf anticipating a threat, Vlad was sleeping in the bedchamber next to his brother's, where Mehmed invited the köçekler. Instinctually Mehmed could feel the charismatic, yet frightening youth was deeply sleeping, or gave the appearance to be. He watched the gorgeous dancing boys while sitting delighted at having his angelic favorite close to him. Briefly Radu remained standing in surprise before Mehmed touched his right hand first and placed it to his cock. It was already standing, the feeling of their first discreet sexual journey more stimulating than the dancers before them.

Mehmed mouthed for Radu to stroke up and down with his hand on the cock he previously feared.

From time-to-time Mehmed's thoughts and yearnings turned to Vlad when he is sleeping. The Boy-Sultan would take of his undergarments and afterwards he would begin sucking and jacking his hand on his captor's manhood. One night as Mehmed was sleeping, he coated his penis with some olive oil. When Vlad stroked his cock up and down, the devout yet sharp-minded prince felt that fiery draw and mouthed at him to proceed faster and harder. Four minutes later, Mehmed laid down before the elder Wallachian prince's crotch and tried to spread his legs. Bravely, he put his face in between the brazen wolf's legs and began licking and sucking Vlad's penis and inner thighs. Despite his contemptuous expression, Mehmed could tell he enjoyed the first-time worship of his pride. It was when he massaged Vlad's rosebud with his tongue. that he was moaning like a woman.

"Do not be such a fool in this," Mehmed warned as Vlad (if not their bodyguards outside the chambers) would be startled awake by it. After few minutes, Mehmed dared him to place his ass upon his cock, as if it were a traitor's head on a spike. When Vlad unexpectedly yet with simmering mirth lowered himself on Mehmed's cock, the latter laid down while he was half standing and Mehmed still on his own two feet.

Effortlessly Mehmed tried to put my 5'' cock inside the raven-haired youth stubborn asshole. Applying great pressure to his cock but Mehmed's blade failed to break through Vlad's gate because it was not as malleable as Radu's. Two hours later, he's sleeping with his cock aimed at Vlad's asshole, with lubricant ready. He rubbed it on his brother's crack and slowly went about to penetrate him.

The first time when Mehmed's cock sank into his ass hole, Vlad hissed as he did feel some pain. Mehmed tried to understand his broken Wallachian slurred words yet had no doubts he was not easily damaged by it. Yet the latter was slightly afraid to fully put his cock in Vlad's tight asshole. Once his cock made it about 5 ½ '' in Vlad's anal keep, Mehmed slowly attempted to drive his cock in and out. Vlad's tight anal walls caught his enemy's cock like a ship in a narrow strait. In that moment, Mehmed applied a few more drops of oil to his cock as he tried to rub it up and down his cock, while being enticed and angered at the defiant smirk he'd come to notice from Vlad.

"Know your enemy as you know yourself," Mehmed reminded him when he stroked himself continuously. He grasped Vlad's right shoulder and tried to pass deeper in and out of his asshole. Two minutes later, Mehmed drove his full length of wood inside Vlad's asshole. The feeling is beyond imagining, like watching an eagle dive in the sky, when Mehmed put his full 6'' of cock in Vlad's sanctum, oddly aroused by the growls and insane laughter his fellow prince made between thrusts.

Once he is fully with Vlad's asshole, Mehmed was moaning loudly yet constrained. "Oh, my brother, you are such a challenge! You are my destined equal...how I wish to fuck you front of your brother..."

"Is it not proof you feel the same as I do?" he asked Vlad as they caught their breath and looked at him. "How did it feel, your first time with another?"

Proud and sharp-tongued as ever, Vlad replied "First time one always gets a little taste of pain, but pain in itself can bring one strength."

From the burning courage in his eyes, he seemed to have wanted it to last longer. Slowly Mehmed sped up as a merciless cavalry and wanted to drench Vlad's asshole with his seed. After ten minutes later, Mehmed heaved feeling he achieved the most perfect pleasure Allah could give man, enjoying the bonding with him as his milk of love was imminent to flow. Muttering a prayer, he finally set his cock back in and speed up first as the urge to explode nearly consumed him as swirling sand. When his alabaster-colored milk came flowing, Mehmed released his cock of all his contained essence, yet erect outside of Vlad's asshole and he screamed in joy as Mehmed felt streams of juices running down in between his legs. Spent of will and seed, he collapsed against his brother very much as himself. Both were satisfied with their unity. They both dress while their silent glances, smiles, hand gestures and hollow threats offered some camaraderie they may yet lose one day.

Immediately Mehmed kissed him and asked with Vlad stared blankly. "My brave iron-heart brother, are you alright?'

Vlad replied with a curt "Yes." Even though he knew his Orthodox faith would not forgive this transgression.

"We will meet again another time," Mehmed assured him before they parted. After that they both retired to their chambers. Yet sleeping did not come simply to either as one had stolen part of the other never to be reclaimed.

As he promised, Mehmed did fuck Radu in front of his brother, and potential future ally or enemy, but Vlad never know about it. In this away Mehmed's secret sexual ventures had grown day by day. When Radu became his secret lover, the first time they had lost their virginity together made him feel ever longing for the captive prince to officially be the captive prince at his side officially. Mehmed saw some change in his mentality whenever he found a chance to meet him privately. A naturally born strategist, Mehmed knew Radu wanted to have sex with him, this way with prying eyes gone, they would never have a more perfect chance to meet one another. When the court did not dictate their schedules, they found a chance to meet privately, one day when the harem apartments needed renovations and Radu was invited to go to the Sultan's summer palace.

Sporting a serpent's half-smirk, Vlad told Mehmed "Guard my brother, or you will be the one to go missing-next."

Mehmed's tone equally firm as he answered, "I do not wish to go, yet my father has summoned me."

All was arranged the next morning for the sons of the House of Dracul to go there. The palace given to Vlad is within reach of the capital, from which both princes rarely ever are seen outside of.

Vlad remarked `We will be staying there for two days, so I am told."

Mehmed nodded, "Very well."

By the next morning, Mehmed took his horse and they set out. He saw judging from the clock tower that it was the 9th hour and then quickly made hast to reach the royal apartments. When the doors were opened by stationed servants, he saw the beautiful captive turned favorite companion standing near the bed. From the glaze in his eyes, already being disarmed over the feeling of their next secret tryst, and what more is to come. Dismissing his attendants, Mehmed kept Radu by his right shoulder and kissed him first. This time he emitted a loud moan and then thanked Allah that they were completely alone. Mehmed laid him on the bed and quickly they both undressed from their embroidered robes. Both were fully nude, and Mehmed gently began to turn Radu in the 69 position. In a beat, his eyes widened when Radu did something that he had no idea the mild-mannered youth knew anything about.

The handsome Wallachian pulled his brother's cock deep into his mouth and he began to suck on it as a calf from its mother. They stayed in this position if their willpower could hold out. Mehmed had waited until he clutched on the linens and felt Radu's body beginning to tremble with the signs of an impending orgasm.

Humming with every swallow, Radu pulled the cock out of his mouth long enough to let out a scream as he came. but Mehmed's favorite was not to be underestimated because he is one who knows his place. Mehmed began kissing his way down Radu's flawless neck and began sucking on his brown nipples.

Radu never ceased to please and surprised Mehmed when he pulled the elder's head closer and said, "Take me harder and claim me." Whilst the Ottoman prince was biting his upper body and moving from one to the other, Radu was slowly stroking Mehmed's cock in turn.

"You want this, my brother?"

"Oh yes, Mehmed I want you to fill my virgin hole with your large great spear." Mehmed's heart swelled with a sure theory on where Radu heard talk such as that from, but by Allah was it arousing! Lifting him up up in his arms and slowly lowering the flushed boy onto his cock. Mehmed let loose a loud moan and opened his brown eyes to see how Radu was taking it without resistance. He had thrown back his head and bit his bottom lip. As Mehmed kept pushing his cock into Radu, he felt why the former Christian was into so much pain, to ease the strain he reached towards the cock that proclaimed him a virgin.

"Do you want me to stop, my beloved?" Mehmed asked praying that he would say "No...no just give me a moment to embrace it."

So here Mehmed was sitting on the bed with his precious favorite in his arms, impaled on his cock. Transfixed as he sat there so long, Mehmed thought that he was going to lose his erection when Radu began to move. Eyes and jaw clenched, he stopped again and then lowered his head and sputtered out "Do it...do it now."

Mehmed quickly pushed Radu down on his cock, breaking the boy's defenses. Radu screamed in pain while his lord remained still for a moment, giving him plenty of time to become familiar with the seeping pleasure now taking hold.

Tears were running down Radu's face. Mehmed began to make long hard strokes into him. He felt when his favorite's pain disappeared because Radu began flexing his asshole muscles all around the Ottoman prince's well-endowed cock. That assault made Mehmed wanted him even more and he began to fuck the dazed boy harder. By now he began making whimpering noises telling Mehmed that he was ready. Radu wanted Mehmed to cum with him. Not to be denied his longed-for fantasy, the former quickened his pace like a restless bull and when he felt Radu begin to spasm he thrusted into him so deep-Mehmed swore he touched the rosebud. Mehmed released all his seed outside of his lover's asshole. Catching his breath, he felt all kinds of juices from sweat to blood and cum running down in between his legs. With a labored breath, Radu collapsed against him, breathing heavily much like his friend, as if they finished a sparring match. Allah, he was a blessed beautiful boy!

"Mehmed," Radu whispered into his ear. "When do you want to do this again?" After this they both crept silently and slowly through the hallways to go to his private library. The middle of that night they met another at the stroke of the 11th hour. This time Mehmed laid down and Radu was upon him. The newly eager Wallachian youth rode excitedly, with his ass on Mehmed's crotch.

When they finished with their coupling Mehmed cleared his throat and said to him "Radu, tonight you will sleep with me." They both are nude and catch each other when Mehmed is sleeping soundly, yet he could not know what Fate would bode for them in the future as men.

Two days of full passion passed between the future ruler of two lands and two seas along with his close intimate favorite. Whenever they were alone, they would meet 4 times before or after daily prayers for they enjoyed this test of sexual binding. Four years had passed since they first met. Now Radu has become his devoted secret lover, and he is barely shy of 11 years now. Hardly a moment passed when Mehmed would not visit Radu's chambers on occasion and start to bestow sexual adulation on the boy's sweet center.

Yet Mehmed constantly maintained a rule, save when they had complete privacy, he never fired sperm within Radu's asshole. Mehmed usually released his sperm outside of his lover's mouth and face. He came to identify more with the intimate lifestyle of the Ottoman court than most anticipated. Even his own cock had grown significantly. They both enjoyed their passionate retreats heedlessly whenever they had a chance to meet. Mehmed had sworn to himself to teach Radu everything about the intimate nature of life along with navigating the avenues of royal power.

Vlad, with knowledge of the affair, never was witness to Mehmed's secret dalliances but he doubted something indeed had developed and blossomed between him and Radu. In this contentious atmosphere, he took every moment to watch over his younger brother- keeping him and Mehmed apart when duties and studies did not interfere.

One day Radu expressed reluctance to return home to Wallachia. Before Vlad heatedly declared he sought to regain their homeland's freedom, he reprimanded Radu in outrage because he did not want to return to the land from which they had been torn from. Even Mehmed begrudgingly knew there was nothing he could do to dissuade him. While the youngest prince chose their enemy's life and house, Vlad is gone-for the time being at least. Yet even as he departed to reclaim his throne, Mehmed swore while watching him to never forget their childhood oath of brotherhood and secret dreams he harbored for the elder still. In the years before he would officially assume the sultanate, he would marry meet many beauties of both sexes, but the feeling is nothing to compare to his Radu, the Handsome.

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