‘So any ideas how to resolve this Rum question, Maxxie?’ his father asked.
The boy took another mouthful of Cheerios, and shrugged. ‘Sort of,’ the boy said laconically.
‘Could you expand on that, son?’
Maxxie shrugged. ‘There is a good potential king sitting in that room, dad.’
Prince Rudolf gave a half smile. When his son became this evasive it was a sign he had answers, but that he wanted to lead him to them by hints and questions.
‘Very well, Maxxie. You won’t select one of the Osmanoğlu clan, is that what you mean?’
Maxxie grinned and winked. ‘That Selim you were keen on is old and tired. He’s a decent enough man, but has no energy and fears his relatives His nephew Suleiman is full of energy but he is just interested in power, he has no sense of any duty to his people. Men who badly want power for its own sake are usually the people who should be denied it. You taught me that, dad.’
‘But you’re saying there was a possible good candidate in that room, son. Just not a member of the old imperial family. So are you suggesting Oskar von Tarlenheim or Tommy Entwhistle?’
Maxxie laughed, then sobered. ‘An outside candidate is sometimes the right one, dad. Oddly enough I think a Rothenian might be one solution. Edward Cornish would be a good choice for King of Rum: he’s a great soldier and diplomat who represents the best of the Oecumene.’
It was Rudolf Elphberg’s turn to laugh. ‘I may share that comment with Ed one of these days, it will amuse him, but you know I have need of him in other capacities. His homosexuality might not go down too well in Ankara, either.’
‘Is that really an issue here, dad?’
Rudolf gave Maxxie a sharp look. ‘Are you suggesting what I think you are, son?’
***
Prince Afran was not much bothered by the need to get naked at the Spa, and took the dressing room episode in his stride. In fact Willem was more bothered about getting naked around the Kurdish boy, whose body he found troublingly interesting. He could not stop himself appreciating the slim and athletic brown body Afran revealed, with the perfect curves of his rear all too arousing. When the boy turned towards him to exhibit his genitals Will could not but stare. Afran’s cock was long and solid, hanging out of a very dark pubic bush, he was bigger than Will or Johan in that department. He was cut and his cock head was a striking light pink against his penis, whose skin was darker than his groin.
Afran noticed his stare. ‘Friend Will, you have your foreskin. I haven’t often seen a boy with his uncut. It is the custom of my people to remove it, as you may know. Excuse me then if I wish to talk about it.’
‘No problem Afran, I might have some questions myself. The pool’s through here.’ Will led his friend into the Russian Bath and found them a vacant marble shelf in the Steam Room. They reclined side by side their heads on the white plastic pillows provided.
Afran eventually asked, ‘Your friend Johan, he is a homosexual is that so?’
‘Er … yes. He would say “bisexual” but all the sex he has is with other boys.’
‘And you are I think one of those boys, yes?’
To his own surprise Will blushed red down to his shoulders but he answered without embarrassment, ‘Yes, I am a gay boy.’
‘And do your parents know?’
‘I told my mum when I was a young teen. It’s not come up with my dad yet, but I think he has his suspicions.’
‘Oh .. why so?’
‘Well … you worked it out Afran. It’s the clothes I wear, my mannerisms, my friends and the rainbow bracelets. All clues to read. You must know that in Rothenia and the Oecumene there are no civil penalties for being homosexual, and we have full civic freedom. Since Kurdistan is a member of the Oecumene that must now be true in your country too.’
Afran turned to face Will and smiled. ‘Yes it is true, and in our case my people have a better history than most in accommodating queer people. It does not matter to me. In fact to know you are gay may be a great help to me.’
‘Oh really? How is that?’
‘I am a gay boy too, Will. And to know that you are enables me to ask you to have sex with me. Do you like me enough to do me that favour?’
Something like a bomb went off in Will’s head. ‘You … want … to … fuck me?’
Afran’s smile broadened. ‘Well yes, and for you to fuck me too, if that would be alright with you.’
Will closed with the smiling face opposite his, for a kiss was the only possible answer. He put the lessons he had been learning with Johan into practice, and his tongue probed inside the Kurdish boy’s mouth. After several minutes of the exercise, they broke apart.
‘I will take that as a yes, friend Will. Where shall we do it?’
‘You are keen, Afran, and so am I, but maybe we should start slow. We can do some things here, though public sex in the Spa is not wise. There are a lot of small kids around for one thing. How about you follow me.’
Will took Afran’s hand and led him back out to the plunge pool. Both boys’ dicks were hanging heavy and Afran’s was rising to the horizontal. Erections in the Spa were not particularly uncommon or stared at, but two boys reacting sexually to each other might get the notice of the security staff because it often led to something against the regulations. They hurried out into the sunlight and across a lawn to an outside toilet block. It was empty and Will pulled Afran into an empty stall.
‘Stand up on this toilet seat, Afran.’
Will found that the other boy’s erection was just about level with his mouth and he closed with it, finding it a bit more challenging than Johan’s. Afan gave a subdued squeal as Will nonetheless took him all in and began a sucking motion. A stream of what Will took for Kurdish sex talk or swear words spilled out of the excited boy, and very soon the tightening of the balls he was massaging warned Will that he was about to get a spill of something else. So powerful was Afran’s orgasm that he bent over Will and thrust past his gag reflex into his throat. The fellatio episode ended with Will on all fours coughing up parcels of Kurdish cum on the floor.
A distressed Afran sat down beside him and embraced him. ‘Oh Will, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing!’
‘Don’t bother about it, baby. Let’s do some kissing. Relax.’
Cuddling on the grimy tiled floor of the toilet cubicle, face to face with a handsome prince, was for Will the first genuinely romantic episode of his life. He had never felt anything like this with Jo-jo Toblescu, with whom his interactions had been about raw sexuality and little else. They kissed, fondled each other and whispered endearments, and were happy going no further for the present. Eventually, Will pulled Afran to his feet, and hand in hand they walked back out into the world, but it was a world now irrevocably changed for both boys.
***
The flat was empty when Will returned to it. Bolo was at his firm’s offices taking depositions, he had said. Will had dropped Afran off at King Henry and they had kissed goodbye amongst the potheads on the statue’s steps. He was in a mood the like of which he had never experienced before; he was euphoric and yet fully in the moment, with his mind racing with plans, unable to shift the image of his lover’s quiet smile from his inner gaze. He was indeed, it seemed, in love.
He booted up his laptop and checked his mail. There was a thank you message from no less than Henry Atwood, delighted to have received the copy of the video of the Starcrossed rendition of the Queen anthem which Will had sent him. Herr Atwood swore he owed Will for it, and it was a debt that he was eager to pay, as his partner General Cornish had loved to receive a copy. Lunch was the very least he could offer. Just name a date.
Will wondered about the offer, but it seemed too grown up to him. What could he and the MP have to talk about? Would he want to take him to Berwinckels, like a kid?
His mind veered around again. Berwinckels? Now that might be a good venue for a date with Afran … and then bring him back to the flat for serious fun. Something in Will’s brain sniggered.
He checked his AllmyFans account, and uploaded some new stills from the package Johan had sent, one with his grinning face plastered with Toblescu cum. The number of subs had gone up to twelve. Promising.
***
Henry Atwood had grinned quirkily when he sent off the offer of lunch to Willem Martinovic, thinking of how he would have reacted as a 17-year-old to such an offer from a middle-aged politician. Still the boy had been so sensitive and kind and it needed acknowledging. Also there was something about the boy that had triggered his new senses. What was it Lance had called it? The mark of greatness. Will had it, which made him a person of interest to Mendamero.
His phone buzzed not long afterwards, and the identifier was TRACHTENBERG. Shit, what did the incoming Chancellor of Rothenia want from him? He couldn’t have done anything too wrong yet.
‘Henry? Ulrich. How are things?’
‘Just getting used to the idea of being an elected representative of the people. I was wondering about what support is available to set up a constituency office.’
‘There’ll be a pack waiting for you in your parliamentary office with all that stuff listed.’
‘I have an office?’
‘Er … not yet Henry, and there’s a reason for that.’
‘Go on, Ulrich. I’m not on the naughty step, am I?’
A laugh came down the phone. ‘No doubt you will be soon enough, Henry. But not at the moment. The point is that where you end up in the Parliamentary Buildings depends on this conversation. Henry, I want to offer you a ministerial post. How does being Minister for Arts and Media appeal?’
Henry was stunned. ‘Er … but … I have no experience, Ulrich.’
‘I beg to differ, Henry. You’re uniquely qualified. Now, it’s not a cabinet post, but it is a department within the Ministry of Education and Science, so it goes with a ministerial car and driver. I doubt that’s important to you, but it is to some of our colleagues, the difficult ones.’
‘Well … thank you, Ulrich. What happens next?’
‘The Minister of Education and Science will be in touch, as also will the senior civil servant in your department, and then the great days of committee meetings will begin and will take over your life. I’m delighted you’ve accepted, Henry. You have a lot to offer Rothenian national life.’
Henry put down his phone and let out a long ‘Fu-u-u-u-ck.’
***
Will Martinovic paused at the door to his dad’s block of flats, and took Afran’s hand. ‘So you wanna go through with this, babe?’
The prince smiled sweetly and pecked Will on the lips. ‘More than anything. I have dreamed of this for so long, and you are a more beautiful man than I could ever have imagined.’
‘I have all that’s needed, babe, and we’ll take it slow. Your cock is so much bigger than what I’m used to.’
‘Oh, you mean for me to enter you? I had not thought. Your friend Johan he is small in the cock?’
‘Johan and I are about the same in size but you, Afran love, are way bigger. It could be good.’
‘Ah, the friction on the anus might be more exciting, you think.’
‘I hope so. Some of the videos I’ve seen give me reason to hope.’
Afran narrowed his eyes. ‘Videos? You watch gay pornography on line?’
‘Yeah, course. That’s where you can pick up a lot about what to do and how, the only problem with it is that it can give you unreasonable expectations. But that cock of yours is one of my porno dreams.’
The two boys tumbled into the flat, kissing and shedding their clothes, then stumbled to Will’s bed, which he had prepared. He lit several candles he had left out for the purpose and introduced Afran to his lube bottle. ‘This is it then, Afran. I hope it measures up to your expectations.’
The prince took Will in his arms and pushed him down on the bed. ‘Ooh! You can take charge my prince!’ Will said appreciatively before coherent speech became an impossibility.
‘How was it for you, my Will,’ Afran said as they lay flat out in the afterglow.
Will laughed. ‘My bum is happy and warm. That was so much better than when Johan did me, believe me.’
‘So size matters,’ Afran responded, with a twitch of his eyebrows.
‘And how do you feel now your virginity is a thing of the past?’
Afran’s face became concentrated, eventually he said, simply ‘Fulfilled.’ Then realising that more was needed added, ‘I have had sex with a beautiful man and now I know what I want in life.’
They adjourned to the kitchen to make drinks and still naked and erect moved to Bolo’s sofa and, during the course of the inevitable sex play, Afran settled on Will’s lap and noisily took his erection. So they were completely out of it when the flat door opened as Bolo walked in.
‘Well that confirms my suspicions, big time,’ his father said, as he surveyed the two boys in flagrante.
‘Oh mega fuck!’ Will yelped, as he ejected Afran from his lap in a panic. Afran stood stunned, covering his groin with his hands.
‘Does your mum know about your … sexuality?’ Bolo asked, inevitably the coolest of the three.
‘Yeah, yeah. Came out to her when I was fourteen. Dad, can we just get dressed, this is so embarrassing.’
‘Who’s your mate? He looks familiar somehow, the face I mean.’
‘This is Afran.’
Bolo gave a very adolescent grin. ‘I’d shake your hand, your highness, but you have another use for it at the moment. Just let me say that I have no problem with you two doing what you’re doing. But we must come up with a way of preventing happening what just did. A sock on the door handle won’t quite cut it I think.’
Will pushed Afran towards the bedroom. ‘Sure, sure. Just got carried away, dad.’
His father smiled. ‘I’ll make you two some drinks, and then me and you are going to have a long talk, Will. Okay?’
***
‘So you guessed? How?’
Bolo’s grin grew ever wider. ‘Son, I was witness to several torrid gay love affairs when I was a kid, not least Yuli Lucic and his Romesczu, so I caught the signals you and Johan Toblescu were giving off. And I was not wrong was I?’
‘No, me and Jo-jo had a thing.’
‘Sorry to hear it. That boy is trouble. I catch vibes from him which are familiar from the seedy villains in the police court. There’s no morality between his ears. His dad deserves better.’
‘It’s over, dad. Especially now, with Afran.’
‘But that’s not an affair with much of a prospect. The Kurdish lad will be going home soon, won’t he?’
‘Not for a while, dad, and his people are searching out a course for him in the Technische Universität here in Strelzen. Law might be the choice, by the way.’
Bolo laughed. ‘I can recommend it, and I teach a course there so I know what I’m talking about, our kid.’
‘You do? I had no idea.’
‘Yeah, the practicals in Courtroom Procedure. Bit of an authority there, me.’
Will shook his head. His father could do nothing but surprise. ‘Dad, I love the guy, I really do. I just want to be with him for as often and for as long as I can. He makes me so happy.’
‘And does he feel the same way about you?
‘Yeah! I think so. Are you saying it’s like some holiday romance thing?’
‘Dunno. But you might consider that for Afran being here in Rothenia away from his formidable mum is the first chance he has had to be himself and explore his desires. Then you came along, sexy, good-looking and exotic. He might see you as an adventure without consequences, as one day he must go back to his mum and the family business.’ ‘He’s not like that, dad.’
‘Well, you’re gonna have some time to test that assertion out, son. And I wish you well. He can sleep here with you any time he wants. But here’s the bad thing. You are going to have to tell your mum what’s going on.’
‘Shit.’
‘There’s no escape.’ Bolo laughed. ‘It’ll be a nice change for you to be in the doghouse rather than me,’
***
Princess Elenja settled behind the desk of the king’s private office in the Residenz. The two males who were by right the past and future occupants of the seat she was in were in the room. The Marshal Prince of Elphberg, its former occupant, was on the sofa opposite alongside his son, King Maxim II, who had not as yet chosen to use it as his work room. ‘Too grown up’ he had said, indicating the historical canvases and precious vases that adorned the room.
The other chairs were occupied by royal advisers, Oskar von Tarlenheim, Tommy Entwhistle and, for the first time, Colonel Krista Martinovica. With a smile around the group, Elenja tapped the desk top with her pen and called the meeting to order.
‘Friends, we were called here to consider who might safely occupy the throne of Rum within the Oecumene. We have had a chance to question and observe the candidates from the historical dynasty of the Ottoman emperors. We now need to discuss what we have made of them. I will start by saying none has impressed me favourably. I have discussed my views with King Maxim, who has agreed to present his solution. Maxxie?’
‘Thanks, Lennie. Yeah, you’re right, none of the Ottoman clan was up to our standards. We wanted someone who was ready and able to live the principles of the Oecumene, and had enough political ability to pull it off. None came near that ideal. To offer the throne to one of them would I foresee place a broken keystone in the arch of the Oecumene. It would crack and fall and bring down with it the peace we need in Anatolia and the Near East, and prevent the Oecumene presenting a determined front against the Persian Neo-Sassanid Empire and moving south into the devastation of Syria, Palestine and North Africa.’
Princess Elenja held up her hand. ‘And when you say “foresee”, Maxxie, is that a true vision that you’ve been granted?’
The boy grinned. ‘Yeah. But if you’re interested in what my instincts are yelling in my ear, then I have to tell you that the true King of Rum was sitting in the room nonetheless.’
The group stirred and murmured. ‘Who can you mean, your majesty?’ asked Oskar, looking extremely puzzled.
It was Prince Rudolf who answered. ‘My son has foreseen that the King of Rum who best answers our requirements is no less than Afran Yousefi, son of Queen Rozhin of the Kurds.’
***
Johan Toblescu shrugged when Will went round to break the news that he and Afran were now an item. ‘What really? He’s nice-looking I suppose. Lovely ass, and what about his cock?’
‘Big, Jo-jo. Bigger than both of us and he knows how to use it.’
Johan winked. ‘Gotta get him on video. He’ll be an asset. We need more content. And I don’t suppose you and I will be getting it on now you two are boyfriends.’
Will pursed his lips and reflected that his dad’s harsh judgement on Johan was not undeserved. He said sharply, ‘Afran doesn’t know about AllmyFans, and I don’t intend to tell him.’
‘Your choice, babe. Your numbers are rising fast though, mate. Our first fuck video will send them sky high. It’s about time I got some money. That one’s a shared credit. I’ve uploaded it to come on line this evening.’
‘What? When did I give you the credentials to manage the site?’
Johan gave a rather unpleasant chuckle. ‘Jules and I were looking at it last night. He noticed you didn’t exclude my identity from managing the site when you gave me double credits.’
‘Jules Kral! What business is this of that little toe-rag? He’s not even gay.’
‘He’s gay enough if money’s involved, as I’ve discovered.’
‘What the fuck?’
‘Bit of a dream really. I talked him out of his clothes and into content.’
‘But he’s fourteen!’
‘Nearly fifteen. I told you he performs with some of his mates down the Stadbad. It turns out he posts sexual stuff online, and AllmyFans fascinates him as a means of making cash.’
‘And he’s given you his content?’
‘Oh yeah. And last night I had his pretty little ass. Wanna see? You can’t tell his age from the angle I took it from and he has enough body hair to get away with it. He squealed so nice when I entered him.’
‘You sick fuck. That’s it. You and me are finished.’
Johan sneered. ‘I don’t think so, Will. If you let me down, the existence of your site will get known to people you wouldn’t like it known to.’
‘You complete bastard. Had it occurred to you that shopping me as an AllmyFans creator would shop you too?’
‘But I got less to lose than you, Will baby. My parents will believe my tearful confession that their little Jo-jo was led astray by that wicked Martinovic boy. My parents will believe any crap rather than take responsibility for me.’
‘I could fucking beat your head in for this, you piece of slime.’
‘My, my. Like father like son. There’s some criminal Wyzhinski impulses in you after all. Auntie Della says three of your uncles are residing in cells in the Arsenal prison. You aren’t gonna beat my head in Will, and I’ll tell you why. You’re gonna work off your anger by fucking my butt big time, so get undressed. Smack me about and the shots will be worthless. Cos just to celebrate, these clips are gonna be with me naked and unmasked. This is too exciting.’
Copyright © 2025 Michael Arram
Posted 30 August 2025