Slaved Prince
I had no knowledge of or complicity in the events that led to my fleeing Tyre, but then no possible claimant to the throne of Phoenicia had innocence to excuse them, especially when my suspicion was that my claim was bogus. By my very officially represented existence, I was a threat to my father, King Hanno, and most certainly to his older sons. As soon as he realized that, my fate was sealed--or at least would have been if my mother, Eleni, and the king's counselor, Babak, had not taken matters into their own hands. Of course, taking matters into their own hands had been what had drawn the king's attention and ire in the first place. They apparently viewed me as a possible successor to the king and had dropped that possibility in the court whisperings. They did this despite my mother changing, depending on the direction of the wind, the question of whether the king or the deceased claimant to the throne of now eradicated prominent family was my father. Even it if were the latter, I would be considered a prince in waiting, depending on the fates of those in line before me.
I doubt that King Hanno even knew I existed until two of his other, acknowledged sons, by Phoenician wives, Philosir and Abosir, both being well past twenty, not only were becoming anxious and began measuring his throne for fit but the two primary contenders were also starting to point out the subversive activities of the other to the king. They also were looking around for the possibility of paring down the list of contenders. The king must then have had a list made and been informed that a Greek wife who once had intrigued him and had since relocated to another palace up the Mediterranean coast from Tyre had given birth to and was raising a son. Not only did he, some were claiming, have a mixed-origin son, but that son, having reached his majority, was being trained as a prince. Prince Philosir, for one, was making noises that that were several too many princes, and some of the other princes were mysteriously going to their greater reward, so Eleni, the Greek wife, wisely decided that it may be time for me, Hyllos, to visit her homeland, Greece.
This came to pass, but not exactly in the way Eleni--and her confederate in the king's palace and councils, Babak--planned.
I had a tutor as I was growing up, a magnificent soldier named Yaalon, who was my devoted companion and, as I came of age and into a pleasing form myself, increasingly more than a companion. Part of the training of a prince was in agility and strength, both served by the sport of wrestling. Wrestling in the Greek cultural world, and the court of the Phoenicians had incorporated the basics of Greek culture, was practiced in the nude. Also of the Greek culture was the institution of mentors being sexually dominant over their students. Throughout my world there was little distinction on who you could love or lie with, certainly not one based on gender. Sexual satisfaction and breeding were not always seen as inseparable.
I was a prince, even if in neglect, and Yaalon was a common soldier, so there was a taboo to us taking on the traditional Greek mentor-student roles, but as Yaalon and I progressed in our use of wrestling in exercise and building of bodily grace and strength, it became increasingly evident that we desired each other and that I was fully capable of desiring another man.
It was only a matter of time that, social class distinctions notwithstanding, I would be initiated into sex and receive my training in the techniques and pleasures of that art at the hands of Yaalon. We were of a culture where a man could go with other men as well as with women and male-to-male coupling was common, especially in the Phoenician court. When Yaalon was told to be my companion on the sea journey to Greece to my mother's people near Olympia in the Greek city state of Elias on the Peloponnese peninsula, we both assumed we would become lovers during the journey. I am sure that my mother assumed this as well, even if she couldn't publicly countenance it, or she would not have turned me over to Yaalon as my guide. She surely had seen the two of us growing together. We had been kissing and touching for some time, and Yaalon, at least, was a little difficult to overlook as being in magnificent erection as we wrestled in the palace courtyard. That Yaalon was one of my mother's lovers was seen as no impediment to Yaalon being my lover as well.
My mother was Greek and the Greek way was also the style at the Phoenician court. Sometimes a young nobleman coming into his majority in Phoenicia was initiated and taught the ways of sex by women of the harem and sometimes by their male tutors--and sometimes by both simultaneously. My mother knew it was my time. If I hadn't been a prince, I would have been initiated far earlier than this.
Thus, Yaalon and I looked forward to our sea voyage from the Phoenician coast to Greece as a time for the beginning of intimacy. The first three days on the sea, however, the sea was so angry that we both, not being sailors, spent our time hanging over the rails and heaving into the sea. Neither of us was able to think of coupling at all. And the relentlessness of the stormy sea saw to it that Yaalon and I never fully coupled--but I was to lose my virginity to men soon enough anyway.
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"And no matter what the young prince tried to think about, he could only think of the golden crown secured deep in the cavern of the Minotaur, the half man, half bull, who used and devoured any young man who tried to pass him to get at the treasure because he wanted to be king. And there came the day that the prince himself could hold off no longer and went in a quest to seize the crown, for he wanted to be king."
The storm had abated a bit and Yaalon and I were huddled together at the bow of the ship en route to Greece from Athens. Our time to initiate total intimacy had come. Yaalon wove me a tale of royal succession machinations in this quadrant of the Mediterranean Sea, of the great Minotaur monster who inhabited a deep cavern on a nearby island and ravished and destroyed young princes from the surrounding territories seeking their kingships. Yaalon, a bull of a man, was about to initiate me and was spinning this story to calm and distract me as his gigantic member came closer and closer to my virginal passage.
"The mists of the cavern began working their spell on the young prince when first he entered the cave and soon he was lost in the labyrinth of passages, stumbling around as if sluggish and drunk, losing his usual agility. The mists were working their magic on him. He heard the deep snuffling of the man-bull creature and smelled its musky, arousing, enticing scent before the monster itself came into view, sitting upon its throne, surrounded by the bones and skulls of those princes who had gone before this prince."
I was naked and Yaalon had pulled me into his lap, crosswise, his left arm embracing my back, his left hand suspended over my left breast, the fingers of that hand touching and stroking my nipple. My right leg was thrown across his thighs, my left leg was dangling between his slightly spread thighs. His right hand was encasing and stroking my cock. His enormous erection pushed up under my balls. It was moving back and forth, now the top of the hard shaft stroking over my puckered hole, now the bulb teasing the hole, mere moments from starting to penetrate and enter me. I was panting and moaning low in anticipation of what was to come, concentrating on Yaalon's telling of the tale, but yearning for the moment the bulb of his staff lodged inside my entrance and the shaft started working its way up inside me.
"The Minotaur was a being of monstrous proportions. The head was that of a bull, the horns curving up from the sides of its head into cruel sharp points. The torso was that of a man, but with monstrously bulging muscles. The chest was the color of a man, but at the edges it tapered off to a blue-gray matting of downy hair. The arms were those of a man, but the legs were those of a blue-gray haired bull, ending in cloven hooves. The thighs were turned out, with the monster's groin thrust forward. The cock was that of a magnificent bull in heat. The Minotaur, sensing the approach of a human sacrifice, was in full, thick and long, pulsating erection.
"The prince's attention was caught by the glitter of the mound of golden coins behind the throne of the Minotaur, a king's crown perched on top. His mistake was not in correctly gauging the reach and agility of the Minotaur, who lashed out, seized the young man, and pulled the prince into his body. He held the young man there, crosswise on his lap, holding him fast with his left arm wrapped around the prince's back, his left hand pressing on the young man's left breast. Drugged to near immobility by the poison of the mists, the prince's right leg was thrown over the Minotaur's lap and his left leg dangling between the monster's thighs. The Minotaur's erection pushed out from underneath the prince's balls as the monster seized the young man's cock with his right hand and quickly stroked the prince to a release of his virginal juices."
I cried out my release as Yaalon's hand brought me to climax. We had been here before, but no further. We both knew we would go further now--all the way to paradise. We kissed passionately, and he grasped and lifted my hips, setting my entrance on the point of his thick erection, the blub of the shift pushing into my anus.
"The Minotaur lifted the prince's hips, brought his massive shaft into position, and the young man screamed out in surprise, pain, and passion, as the Minotaur pulled his anus down hard on the shaft, which buried itself up in the soft, previously unknown-by-man passage. The prince's eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed into a faint as the Minotaur raised him and slammed him down on the penetrating monster shaft, raised him and slammed him down, going deeper, stretching the virginal passage to near the limit of endurance, raised him and..."
I cried out as Yaalon's cock penetrated me beyond the rim of his cock head as he pulled me down on the shaft. He lifted me off the cock in preparation for pulling me down hard on the full length of him, and...
