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HAIM- The Boy King
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HAIM-The Boy King
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HAIM-THE BOY KING
"The King is Dead!"
"Long live the King!"
CHAPTER ONE
The citizens of Azor did little mourning for the dead king. Most
of them had lived through a number of kings from the Zeal line,
each a little different than the other, each a little worse than the
last. The kings of Azor enjoyed absolute power over his subjects.
There was no authority higher than the king's, not even the
church, which was held sacred among the people of the land.
Each of the previous kings, going back for as long as anyone
cared to remember, were perverted in some sense. There was Zeal
Four, who found great pleasure in using females of all ages for
his sexual pleasure, and who was said to have had the largest
harem of any king that ever lived.
Zeal Five, it was said had a fondness for sadism and torture.
Many citizens would simply disappear, and it was said that they
found their way into the dungeons of the king, where there he
would inflict every imaginable torture on them known to mankind,
for days and sometimes weeks until they would finally die a
horrible death. It was also told how the king would then use their
mutilated bodies for sexual release, not caring if the corpse were
male or female.
It was not until the king found that children were especially
interesting torture vehicles that the masses revolted against them.
Day after day children, some of them no more than infants, would
disappear from the country side, never to be seen again. Word
leaked from the palace that they children had been kidnapped by
the king, and that they were tortured to death all while the king
had his penis inside of their vaginas or anuses.
Zeal Five was literally torn apart by the peasants one day while
out in his royal coach looking for more additions to his torture
chamber. With the king dead, the peasants stormed the palace, and
found the remains of literally hundreds of children. Strapped to
various torture devices, and in the cells of the dungeon, were
scores of other children, most who had already faced raped and
mild torture at the hands of the perverted king.
Zeal Six was a little milder than Five. He had a fondness for
early teenage boys, youths who could shoot their seed. Six did
not kidnap his young sex partners, nor did he treat them badly. If
the truth be known, the teenagers of Azor were lining up to be
sucked off by the king, and to climb on top of him when he
offered them his back side.
The youthful king was not into fucking the young boys of his
kingdom. He was much more at home with being fucked by them.
The king would get his greatest pleasure being roughly fucked by
the soon to be men of his kingdom.
The king was not beyond taking a younger boy to his bed with
him, but any prepubescent who found himself courted by the king
would for sure have a larger than average penis, for the king was
fond of boys with big penises.
Zeal Six passed away after only a year on the throne, and a
kingdom of boys and young men mourned his passing. Some said
that the king literally sexed himself to death, while others said that
he died of syphilis. When word reached the boys that the king
was diseased, more than one snuck his way to the healers to try to
save themselves from the same fate that struck down the man.
When Zeal Seven took the throne, the citizens waited anxiously
to see what would happen. Little was known about the king, or
his perversions. One thing was certain, however, and that was if
he were a part of the Zeal line, there were perversions to be found.
When little girl after little girl was brought to the palace to have
an audience with the king, the peasants shook their heads, and
moaned. The Seventh King of Azor was into little girls. Not long
would live the king, they joked.
Zeal Seven fooled everyone by lasting longer than most of his
relatives. The little girls who were brought to entertain the king
fell in love with him. The word was passed throughout the land
that the king would spend hour upon hour with his face buried in
the vaginas of little girls, licking away at their small treasures.
Many times the king would bring three or four different girls to
his palace to spend the night, and lining them all up, side by side,
on his bed, he would move from girl to girl spending often the
entire night licking at sucking at them.
A young girl was never fucked by the king on her first visit,
and seldom on their third or fourth. It was not until the king had
his full of licking their small bodies that he would fuck him. It
was said that once he penetrated a girl with his erection, he would
never lick them again. His rule against licking girls fucked by
others was also in effect. The kind would only lick the bodies of
virgins.
Little girls who graduated from being licked to being entered
told stories to the other girls about who kind and gentle the king
was as he fucked them. Not one of the little girls ever complained
to anyone about being harmed by the king, not even when for a
change, he would roll them onto their stomachs and stretch their
small anuses with his erection.
Short of stories of the king fucking slave boys brought to the
palace as spoils of war, and as offerings from rival kings, the king
was not known to play with the boys of his kingdom. People
were about to disbelieve that the king actually fucked little boys
until a few girls, having grown too old for the king to find
sexually attractive, told of watching as the king fucked the back
sides of young slave boys.
When Zeal Seven died, it was the turn of the girls of the
kingdom to mourn. It seemed that during the years on his throne
the tongue of the king had found its way into a majority of the
vaginas of the young girls of the kingdom. Each of them mourned
him in their own way, knowing that never again would they find a
king who would love them, or make them feel as good as Zeal
Seven.
All over Azor the people waited anxiously to hear who would
be named king. Several of the likely candidates were hated so
much by the masses, that jokes were told of how their would be a
coronation and funeral all on the same day. For days on end,
while the masses waited patiently for the news of their new rules.
When after four days no news was heard, the people of Azor
began to panic. They wondered what no announcement meant.
Had a king been crowned without a coronation, or was the Zeal
line finally gone.
HAIM-THE BOY KING CHAPTER TWO
Things in the palace were confusing, to say the least. All of the
elders of the past kings were huddled together, each of them
trying to come to agreement as to who should become king of
Azor. Each of the men argued for their selection frantically,
knowing that the people would not wait forever for an
announcement to be made.
If the house of Zeal looked weak, or unable to select a
successor for the late king, their opponents would strike, and the
house of Zeal would be gone forever. Hour after hour, day after
day the elders argued to no avail. Every time that a vote was
taken, not one candidate won a majority of the votes.
Just as it looked as if things were hopeless, Jain, a powerful
advisor to the last three Zeal kings rose and called everyone to
listen. Jain was a man to be feared. His ruthlessness while serving
his king master was well known, as well as his expertness in
battle. When Jain rose and commanded silence, the crowd quieted
immediately.
Jain was an impressive figure standing before the audience of
the most powerful people in the kingdom. With a voice that
echoed throughout the corridors of the palace, Jain pronounced
his verdict on the election of a king.
"None of you have yet to present a king," he bellowed out into
the crowds. " Not one of your candidates has even been able to
muster more than five votes, including that of the one of who
proposed him. The people will not wait forever, nor will our
enemies. Right now spies are pouring into the kingdom, having
been sent by anxious kings of other lands. We must have a king,
and we must have him tonight."
The crowds began to mumble and whisper amongst
themselves. They all knew what was coming. Jain was about to
announce his own candidate for king, and he was about to bully
all of them into accepting his choice. Many shuddered at the
thought of the next vote. Jain and his people would be watching
how each of them voted. Anyone who voted against Jain would
be noted, and his future would be bleak.
"I propose that...," Jain began. The buzzing noise began to rise
within the great hall, as each of the elders speculated with his
neighbor on who the choice would be. "I propose that Haim, son
of Zeal Six be named as Zeal Eight, King of Azor."
The assembly burst into loud chatter and some laughter. Some
of those present thought that Jain was joking with them, trying to
relieve the tension which was going through the assembly at not
being able to elect a king. Never in their wildest dreams would
they have thought that Jain could be serious. Zeal Six was not the
best loved king in their history, not that any of the Zeal Kings
were, however, they realized that the people of Azor held the sons
of former kings accountable for the previous actions of their
fathers. If a king were hated, his sons were hated as well.
Things grew silent in the great hall, when everyone began to
realize that Jain was serious. There were loud arguments going on
within the hall. It was obvious that not everyone agreed with
Jain's candidate.
It was Cam, who finally rose and expressed out loud the
concerns of the assembly. Cam was perhaps the only man in the
kingdom that could stand up and argue with Jain. Cam was
known as perhaps the best warrior in the history of the kingdom.
He was fearless, and would not back down from any man, even
Jain.
Jain smiled as he watched Cam rise to challenge him. Cam was
also known for his loyalty to the Zeal clan, and it was this loyalty
which made Jain smile. Cam, when presented with all the facts,
could choose no other than Haim, son of Six.
"Haim will be hated and rejected by the masses." Cam shouted
over the voices of the others. "As son of Six, he will be hated
before he can ever show what he is made of. Besides the hatred
which he will have to face, he is just a child. How can a child rule
a land such as Azor, when the past ten kings have barely managed
to hold things?"
Only a man like Cam could have talked out against the past
kings in that assembly without being torn apart. Only Cam could
tell each of them, out loud, what they were already thinking, but
were afraid to voice it.
"It is exactly for those reasons why Haim will be king." Jain
bellowed in return to Cam and the assembly. "Not one name
mentioned here in this hall stands a chance to be king of Azor. Not
one man mentioned could hold Azor together, and defend it
against the enemies. Haim is just a boy, yet to be tainted by the
mysteries of the court. He has yet to learn the perversions of his
forefathers, which has been a curse on our land. If anyone can
stand and state that they boy is anything other than a virgin, let
him do so now."
Excited whispers could be heard around the hall, as heads
turned one way and then the other, waiting for someone to speak
out in regards to the young prince's sexual purity. Some laughs
were heard at Jain's challenge, however, they were quickly stifled
by a stern look from both Jain and Cam.
It was well known that Zeal princes were introduced to sex at
an early age. Nursemaids fondled and sucked their young charges
daily, hoping that the early pleasures brought to the future kings
would pay off for them in the future.
When a young prince was sold enough to understand what his
erection was for, males and females of all ages would introduce
them to every perversion known to mankind. What a sight it
would have been for the assembly to have seen a twenty-year-old
woman offer her womanhood to a Zeal prince sporting a miniature
erection all of three inches long.
Zeal princes were allowed to roam freely in the harems and in
the slave yards of the palace. They were spoiled rotten by
anyone's standards. If a Zeal prince commanded a subject, male
or female, free or enslaved to perform a sexual act, the person
complied. There was no other choice. Refusal meant certain death.
Teachers, nannies, and distant relatives alike plied the young
boys with all the pleasures known to man, hoping that the child
would become partial to their offerings, which would eventually
lead the way to power, fame, and riches for them. Everyone had
seen it in the past. No Zeal prince had ever gone untouched by the
corruption and perversions intended to enslave them.
The assembly grew unusually quiet when not one person stood
forward with tales of the perversions of the young prince. In
Azor, to corrupt a prince was a sport, and one which no man or
woman could pass up a chance at bragging about. Not one
fondling, one blow job, or one fuck of the prince's royal backside
could be reported.
Jain smiled out over the silenced assembly as no one stood
forward. "The fact is that no one can speak out against the prince,
because he is pure. Shortly after he was born, I swore that he
would never be subjected to the perversions which the others
underwent. Haim was kept pure on my orders, and has been
protected every since. He was shielded even from his own father,
who sought his company in his bed when the boy turned seven."
Gasps could be heard around the room when Jain revealed the
fact that Zeal Six had wanted to bed his own son. Others giggled
with the fact that Jain was claiming to have protected Haim from
the notorious pervert, the man who tortured and raped every boy
child who struck his fancy.
"I appealed to Six, as I appealed to others who tried to rob the
boy of his innocence and virginity." Jain bellowed, quieting the
crowd once again. "I swore to Six that if he approached the boy in
a sexual way, that it would be me who brought the end to the
reign of Zeal Six."
Once again the crowd went into a frenzy with Jain's news that
he had threatened the king with death if the boy were touched.
Everyone present knew that Jain was no liar. They also knew that
Zeal Six both relied on Jain to keep his enemies at bay, and feared
him like he feared no other in his kingdom.
"Now I come before you and present Haim, son of Zeal Six, as
Zeal Eight; Lord King and Ruler of all of Azor. Let us vote!"
The sound of the crowd was enough to drive several from the
room. Everyone was talking and shouting and arguing all at once.
It was not until Cam stood, raising his arms above his head and
bellowing for silence, did things calm down. When several in the
audience would not be silenced by his cries, Cam moved his hand
towards his sword, and began to withdraw it from its home.
No one was brave enough to keep up their argument in light of
Cam's obvious threat. Looking the crowd over to see if there was
anyone foolish enough to challenge him, Cam bellowed, "Let's
vote!"
HAIM-THE BOY KING CHAPTER THREE
The vote taken, Jain and Cam quickly moved to order the
heralds and scribes to proclaim throughout the land that Haim, son
of Zeal Six was elected Zeal Eight, ruler of all of Azor and its
subjects.
With the orders given, both men left the assembly and moved
towards the quarters of the harem. Both men stopped to gaze as
they entered the forbidden area. With the tastes of several kings
present, the harems were filled with males and females of all ages.
Infants suckling at the breasts of women in the corners told of the
sexual activates of the inhabitants, even though there was no king
to support them, or include them in his perversions.
Naked children of both sexes and of various ages ran around
the grounds of the harem happily and noisily. A boy and girl,
looking to be twins of about ten, approached the two men as they
were about to enter the next chamber of the harem. The twins
stared openly at the two men, and giggled. Looking down their
bodies, Jain watched as the girl's fingers rubbed up against and
then entered her vagina. Glancing over at the little boy, Jain saw
that his penis was erect, and that he was slowly fondling it. When
the boy caught Jain's gaze, he smiled and lifted his penis up
towards the man, offering it to him.
With a blush covering his face, Jain pulled on Cam's arm and
the two men moved out of the chamber and into another. Jain
could hear the children laughing and calling to him as he walked
away. Turning back for one last glance, Jain's eyes grew wide.
The boy had moved his hand to his sister's vagina, his fingers
entering her. The girl grasped her brother's erection in her own
hand, and was masturbating the boy at a fairly good pace.
When Cam pulled on his friend's arm, Jain snapped too, and
followed his friend to the next chamber. Knocking on the door,
the men were greeted by a large soldier, armed to the teeth. The
soldier snapped to attention when he recognized Jain and Cam,
and stood aside allowing the two men to enter.
Once inside the hallway, the men came upon a large door.
Reaching for the handle, Jain turned it and pushed as he walked
into the room. On the floor, in the corner of the room laid Haim,
playing some child's game. The child looked startled when he
heard footsteps, and he looked over his shoulder, the fear
showing on his young face.
The boy's eyes lit up, and his smile grew as he saw his friend
Jain walk into the room. The boy jumped up, throwing off the silk
sheet which had covered him. He was naked, as he often spent the
day when no one was around to gawk at him.
Jain smiled as he saw the boy rise to his feet. The child was
beautiful, thought Jain. He grew more beautiful to the man each
and every day. Cam's eyes wandered over the child's body, as
Haim rose to greet his lifelong friend.
Cam was not a lover of boys, or children for that matter,
however, he had indulged a few times when out on campaign,
when no women were available to him, and he accepted the
services of a young page for the night. Cam had also engaged in
his fair share of pillage when sacking a conquered city, and boy
ass had been part of the treasures.
The older man smiled fondly, as he noticed that Haim was
more beautiful than any boy that he had ever remembered seeing.
The man looked over towards his friend Jain, and he swore that
he saw the man's penis jump as the boy began his move towards
his older friend.
Jain is in love with the boy, Cam thought to himself. It is very
clear watching him looking at the boy. It was certain, watching the
young boy respond to Jain's presence, that he was also in love
with the man. Cam was certain, however, that the love which the
two shared was not sexual.
Haim jumped from about five feet away from Jain, confident
that his man friend would catch him. Jain reached out his large
arms and caught the boy in midair, pulling him tightly to his body.
"I missed you Jain." the young prince told his older friend, as
the man kissed his cheek and tousled the boy's hair. He held the
boy to his body with one arm, the boy's buttocks resting on top of
the man's huge arm. Jain's other hand caressed the boy's back as
he nuzzled his face into the boy's neck and told him that he had
also missed him.
Cam noticed the prominent bulge in the man's pants when he
set the boy back down onto the floor. He smiled to himself when
the boy turned towards him with a questioning look on his face,
and Cam saw that his penis was half erect.
Jain noticed the boy's confusion. Jain had never brought
another person with him in the past, and so the boy was fairly
uncomfortable now that he did. To save the boy any worry, Jain
told him that the man was Cam, his best friend and a great soldier.
The boy smiled up at the man, his confusion seemingly ended
with his friend's explanation.
When Jain told the boy that Cam was a warrior when his father
was king, and that he had saved his father's and mother's lives,
the boy's eyes lit up. He moved away from Jain and towards the
man who he had heard story after story about from Jain.
Haim moved towards Cam, and opened his arms, thinking that
Cam would pick him up and cuddle him as Jain always did.
Instead of picking him up, however, Cam lowered himself to one
knee, and said, "Your Majesty, I am at your service, and pledge
my loyalty to you and your kingdom. Long live Zeal Eight!"
Haim stopped dead in his tracks, and a look of confusion
spread over his face once again. He could not understand why the
greatest warrior in all of Azor would be on his knees before him
calling him king.
The boy turned towards his man friend, hoping that he would
see him laughing, it all a big joke between the two men. As Haim
turned to Jain, he saw that the man looked at him seriously.
Haim's eyes asked the question. Jain smiled weakly at the boy
and shook his head up and down.
The boy turned back to Cam, who was still on one knee before
the boy, and then back at Jain who still stood with a half smile on
his face, and then ran towards the legs of his man friend, burying
his face into the man's pants.
"I can't be king," Haim cried into the man's leg. "I am only
eleven."
HAIM-THE BOY KING CHAPTER 4
Jain tried to calm the young king, for long after Cam had left them
alone in their embrace. Young Haim cried for a long time on the
shoulder of his man friend, telling him that he did not want to be
king, that he could not be king, and finally, that he would not be
king.
Jain did nothing to stop the boy's crying and ranting. He realized
that the child needed a chance to calm himself, and think things
over. Once the boy was over the initial shock, Jain decided that he
would begin to prepare him for his new duties. Jain realized that
he had only three days to prepare the boy so that he could stand
proud and strong at his crowning.
Not only would the eyes of Azor be upon him that day, most
likely they eyes of spies from many other lands would be there as
well. If the child looked weak, and unsure of himself, the word
would be spread that Azor was ready for attack. Jain's mind raced
with possibilities, thinking how he could have the child make his
mark the very first day of his reign. Somehow, he thought to
himself, he had to make the child strong. He had to undo all of the
pampering that he had shown the child in less than three days.
Jain shook his head, angry at himself for a second or two, that he
had spoiled the child like he had. He realized, however, that that
was the only way that he had been able to save the child. Azor
needed a king like Haim, and Jain was going to be the one to be
sure that they got him.
Jain picked the young king up into his strong arms, and carried
him over to the large sitting chair. Once there the man sat down
and cradled the child in his arms on his lap. Jain hugged the boy
gently, and began to speak soft words in his ears. Between
words, the man kissed the boy's hair and ears, and nibbled on his
neck. This was something which always calmed the child. It was
something that they had done together since the child was almost
an infant.
Jain's strong hands began to gently caress and rub the child's
chest. Slowly the man worked his way down the child's arms,
and then down to his stomach. Jain never tired massaging the
child's body. He had done it, to comfort him, since he was little,
and he knew that if necessary, he could continue rubbing him all
night. Jain had already spent many of nights stroking and
caressing the young child.
Haim's crying slowed to occasional sobs, and then stopped
altogether. He was being soothed by his man friend, and this
always made him feel much better. Once he had calmed and stop
crying, Haim spread his legs a little wider in the man's lap. He
was expecting something, and when Jain's hand brushed across
the top of his penis, he sighed happily. Things had not changed.
Since the child was an infant, Jain would calm and then pleasure
the child by stroking his genitals.
For man and boy, this activity was not really sexual in nature. Jain
had been masturbating the child for so long, that it seemed a
natural thing to do. Jain's fingers found the child's deflated penis,
and as he began to caress and stroke it a little, he felt it come to life
between his fingers. Little by little the tiny tube began to expand,
being filled with blood and the child's excitement. With one more
stroke, Jain smiled to himself. The child was at his full length.
Jain was always amazed at the child's genitals. The boy's penis
had been large every since he was an infant. Now at eleven, the
boy's erection reached a thin five inches. Jain had seen many boys
naked in his time, and had seen more child erections than he cared
to remember. Few boys of Haim's age had penises like his.
Haim shifted himself on his friend's lap, and spread his legs
wider. Jain wrapped his hand around the child's erection, and
while caressing the boy's testicles with his other hand, he began
to masturbate him. Haim sighed with pleasure, as his older
friend's pace picked up to where he liked it. Haim was happy.
Jain knew how to masturbate him better than he could do himself.
Jain, outside of masturbating the boy to calm and relax him, had
never had sex with the child. Jain realized that the main reason
why he had protected the child for so long was that he loved him.
At first, when the child was two and three, Jain thought that he
protected him because he wanted a son just like him. Later when
the child was five, and then six, Jain began to spend time with
him, and first began masturbating him.
It was one night when the child was seven, that Jain realized that
he loved the boy. He had just masturbated the boy to his second
climax. The boy had bumped and jumped in his arms as his hand
sped over the child's penis. Almost at once, after Haim's orgasm
subsided, he fell to sleep in Jain's arms. As the man held and
cuddled the sleeping child, he realized how much he cared for
him. It was then that he decided to protect him.
Jain could feel Haim's climax beginning to build in his body.
When the boy was younger, Jain would continue to masturbate
him when he felt him getting nearer to release, and end it quickly.
Beginning when the boy was about ten, however, and his
climaxes were growing more intense, Jain would stop several
times when the boy neared release, and then start again, so that
when he finally climaxed, it would be as powerful as possible.
Jain stopped masturbating the boy, and moved his hands to the
child's testicles, caressing and kneading them between his fingers.
Haim was not too surprised with this. He knew that Jain would
masturbate him several times before he let him climax. Even
though this drove him crazy, he realized that when he finally
came, it would be better than ever.
As Jain played with Haim's testicles, he was deep in thought. He
wondered how long he could keep his true feelings from the child.
Haim knew that Jain loved him, there was no doubt about that,
and Jain knew that the boy also loved him. What Haim did not
know, however, was that Jain wanted him as his boy; that Jain
wanted him as his lover.
Jain came out of his daydream with a decision. He knew that if
he did not act fast, he would lose his courage. Standing up, he
pulled the child into his arms, and began walking. Haim looked
up at his older friend questioningly. This was something which
had never happened. Jain would carry him over to his bed, but
only after he had came. Haim thought that Jain figured that he had
already cum, and was putting him in bed.
Just as Jain laid the naked child on his bed, Haim wrapped his
arms around the man's neck and told him that he had not yet been
made happy. Jain told the boy to relax and that he would take care
of him. Haim looked up at Jain once again. He wondered what
was happening. Jain had never masturbated him in his bed, it has
always been in the chair, for as long as he could remember. If
Haim was in bed when Jain came in to masturbate him, he would
carry the child to the chair, pleasure him, and then carry him back
to bed.
Haim yelped in surprise, when a few seconds later, he felt
something wet on his chest. The boy looked down to see Jain
taking one of his nipples into his mouth. Haim jumped in shock as
he felt his friend suck on his breast. Haim was not sure what was
going on. Half of him wanted to stop Jain. He was scared, but at
the same time, he was more excited than he had ever been. Haim
knew that Jain was about to show him new things, things which
would make him feel really good, however, the feelings in his
body were scaring him. They were ten times as powerful as those
when Jain masturbated him.
Deep in the child's mind, he began to wonder if his man friend
would suck him all over his body. He shuddered deeply when he
wondered if his friend would suck him "there."
End Chapter 4
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