Crossing the Line (For dablackstallion)

[Kaido]

To hear that he was not willing to leave the show to come with him made him mad. For no one has ever said no to him. He was so used to people doing what he said. Getting whatever he wanted from anyone. Even the king and queens. He wanting to yell asking how dare he doesn't listen to him, but he was incognito. He couldn't show who he truly was. At least, not yet.

As Zehail walked closer to him, he made a step back. He might from a different country, but the royal families photos were everywhere, even his. He figured that he could trap him into becoming his own personal performer. Before he finds out who he really was. But then he felt his back was pressed against some stack up crates. There wasn't anywhere he can turn to. He just pulled on the hood more and covered most of his face. Only to the nose and chin were visible to the eye. Feeling him lean in and tell him that he had to offer more then money to win him over.

"O-Of course. I can give you whatever you want. High glass food, clothes made out of the finest silk, rich wine and other alcohols, and of course beautiful women of the kingdom. They can all yours. If you become my personal performer." he tells him. Loosing a bot of confidence in himself. For now he can see just how much bigger Zehail compared to himself. He would have no trouble taking the royal blood down. "You have to admit that sounds good yes? Only a fool would miss out on this deal. So what do you say? Become mine and only mine tightrope walker?"

Zehail laughed. This boy continued to throw material possessions at him, even women. Zehail was not interested in any of these things. He grew up knowing only the value of material items. Being here, in this tent with these people has taught him how priceless the things that matter to you are. He moved from the boy, walking to his trunk on the other side of the room. "No." was all Zehail said in response. "You may call me a fool among other names, but I do not wish to become your personal tightrope walker. To deny all these people the chance to see my talent is something I can not even think of for a second." Zehail explained.

He could feel how angry the boy was. He wanted to know more about this boy though. He wasn't about to give up on him. "However young man. I have a proposition for you." Zehail said. "You say you want a better body, you want respect. How can you get any of those hiding behind some cloak." Zehail added. "Show me your face boy, and I shall tell you the rest of my proposition."

[Kaido]

Zehail was right about the prince. He was getting more mad that he was rejected his offer. Even after all that he promised him and still said no. How can anyone say no to all of that? He didn't understand. That's how his father get people to do what he wanted. Offer them a bribe and they do whatever he wanted. Under the hood he was pouting like a child. Crossing his arms and let out a little 'humph'. For he was not going to leave this show until he gets what he wants.

Marid was thinking that he had had to use force. Until he heard him saying that he had a proposition for him. He knew that world from eavesdropping in the king's dealings with other countries. He decided to listen in. "I am listening." he tells him. Hearing him tells him if he wants the respect, he had to remove the cloak that he was wearing. Which made him tensed up.

For if he removed his cloak. It was show him what he was. Which could end very badly for him. Yet at the same time, he wanted to know what his proposition was. If it got him closer to owning him for himself. Then it was worth the risk. With a deep breath, he nods his head. "Alright, I'll remove my cloak." he tells him. With a tug on the string around the neck. the cloak opened up and he removes it. Revealing his face and body clearly. Le looks into his eyes with a serious look on his face. Wondering how he was going to react.

By the mighty lords of the sands! This boy was Prince Marid! Zehail had not anticipated this, but he could not let his shock take over. He had to keep it calm and composed. Within mere seconds, Zehail had already thought of how to adapt to the situation. He would pretend as if he did not know who the boy was. He wasn't sure whether or not Prince Marid would be angry because he did not recognize him, or relieved.

Zehail looked at Prince Marid with a neutral look, revealing neither contentment, sorrow, anger or unpleasantness. "Hm." Zehail said. He stroked his chin as if he were analyzing the boy. "You are right, your body is lacking in strength and poise." He added as he walked over to Prince Marid. He circled the boy, inspecting him closely. Finally, he stopped in front of the Prince, just a few meters away.

"If you are fascinated with my body so much, I will help you obtain one like mine." Zehail said to the Prince. "I will guide you on how to discipline your body like mine." Zehail turned away from the Prince and headed for the "door". "If you think this is a fair proposition, I would like for you to return tomorrow and visit me after the show, much like you have today." He lifted the cloth from the doorway. "If you are not fond of this idea, I thank you for your compliments and bid you a wonderful future." Zehail dropped the cloth behind him as he walked into the crowded area that was backstage.

[Kaido]

He was surprise as to how calm he was to see him. Maybe he doesn't know who he was. It wouldn't be to much of a surprise. Just because they were well known in the kingdom and neighboring kingdoms. But who knows about other countries. To him he could be just some young lad. He couldn't read the tightrope walker. He wasn't like his other brothers if he did or didn't know who he was. Sure their country was one of few places left in the world with tons of oil. But that's all people cared for now a days.

As he circled the young royal blood. He felt a little uneasy. As if he was trying to stare right into his soul. He keeps a calm look on his face. For he knew how to work under pressure, short of. Taught at a young age in case he was ever kidnapped. But he was so babied growing up, that if he even did get captured. He couldn't really fight them off. Now with the body he have. As their faces were meters away from each other, his cheeks turned ruby red.

Hearing that he was willing to help him gain the body that he desired. If only he will returned to the show tomorrow night after it was over. It was one thing to sneak out one night, but to do it two nights in a row, that could be risky for the young prince. Still. To have a form that people will look up to. It just might be worth it. But before he could give his answer, Zehail had left for the show.

Grabbing his putting his cloak back on. He Decided that it was time to return to his palace. Before anyone notices that he was gone. But he was going to come back. He will make sure of it. He sneaks his way out of the the show and his way back to the palace. Luckily no one had notice that he was in fact gone.

Zehail returned to his dressing room shortly after making the deal with the Prince. He saw that he had left, and since his scent was faint, quite a while ago as well. To be completely honest, he wasn't sure if the Prince would return. He knew the Prince really wanted that body. He also knew he would have to sneak out to come to a show only the common people saw. He imagined the Prince had to already snuck out once to see him tonight to see the show, and wasn't sure if he was willing to sneak out again.

The Prince was a scrawny boy. Zehail would have fun sculpting him into a grand performer. He would force him to go through rigorous training and aching exercises to whip that body in shape. Whip....hmmm...that was an enticing thought. Though his body wasn't something to be admired, his face was quite striking. It had a certain youthfulness to it that made it sparkle. Zehail looked down to see his spandex get even tighter.

He smiled. He wasn't surprised this boy had gotten him riled up. There was something about him that intrigued Zehail, and no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out why he was so interested in the Prince. He would find out tomorrow, if he returned. He stripped his spandex off, letting his erection bob up and down now that it was freed of its clothed prison. He laid down naked into the bail of hay, stretching his legs out before gripping his cock. Zehail wasn't one to let his erections go to waste. He began to stroke his giant dick, his mind flooding with thoughts of the young Prince.

[Kaido]

Morning came and Marid had to return to his royal duties. Which wasn't much. Since he had so many brothers ahead of him to the royal throne. His day started it's usual way. He was awoken by his royal servants, then was bathed in warm water with herbs that help him keep his body the way it was. Then was dressed by the same servant. After a full hearty breakfast. He was send to the study room to be tutored along with his siblings. Which last for a few hours. Finally with free time. He goes the the garden to climb the highest tree. Taking a view of the tent where the show was. "You will become my, tightrope walker. I always get what I want."

After intending a meeting with his brothers and dinner with some guest from another land. The night fall and the show will start soon. Time for him to get going. He grabbed the cloak once again and saw that the guard numbers had increase. "Darn it! They knew I was out!" he curse to himself. So there were more, he can still pass them. It just took him a little more time then usual. Knowing right away that he was going to be missing part of the show. But was suppose to meet Zehail after it. So he still had time.

With luck on the young royal blood side. He returns to the show. When he entered, he saw that it was Boris in the center ring. Preforming his bit. Bending large, thick iron poles into different shapes. Since he had no interest in this act. He was going to sneak in the back to see if the man he was looking for was in the dressing room from before. Stealthly he makes his way back into the back. Standing in front on the door and takes a peak inside.

Zehail bowed on top of his tightrope as he dived off once more, doing a multitude of spins, flips and corkscrews on his way down. Landing in the hay, he got out gracefully and stepped off of the stage. He headed to his dressing room to see that the prince had returned, and was already looking for him. He was eager...he liked that.

"Looking for me?" Zehail said in that smooth talking voice of his as he approached the prince. He flashed a coy smile at him before walking into his dressing room. "Follow me." Zehail told the Prince, gesturing him in with nothing but his index finger. He approached the mirror and saw the sweat beading down his skin, giving his body a soft, luminous afterglow that shined in the light, highlighting every inch and crease of his body and muscles.

Grabbing a ratty rag, he wiped himself down, leaving a smaller layer of sweat on his skin. Zehail then turned around to face the Prince. He leaned back on his dresser and crossed his arms, involuntarily flexing his massive biceps at the same time. "So, why is that you want to achieve a body like mine?" Zehail asked. He already knew the answer, but he wanted to make sure the boy knew why he was doing this.

[Kaido]

Seeing that the room was emptied. He walks into the room and waits for him. Since he was properly getting ready for his part of the show. It was going to take some time. He had to wait. Which was something he wasn't used to. He makes people wait for him. Not the other way around. It was so strange. But he came here for a good reason. So it's worth the wait.

By the time that Zehail finally arrived. The young prince was snooping around the room. But stops when he heard him speak. "Ah there you are." he said. Trying to keep his excitement at a stable level. But the performer could tell that he was excited like a small child at Christmas. When told to follow him. He nodded his head and calmly follows him to where he was taking him. Seeing covered his sweat send chills down his spine. For soon he would have that kind of body.

When he was asked why he came here. He cleared his throat and looks him in the eyes. "Because I need a body that people will respect. If I remain the way I am. No one will take me serious. If I never become king. I need to have a body to protect them." he tells him. "That and I still want you for myself. I will have you for myself."

Zehail shook his head. If he never became King...surely Marid had to be more secretive about his identity if he didn't want people to find out. Zehail was disappointed that he was giving out such obvious clues for someone who wanted to go undiscovered. He decided to call him out on it, already forming another plan on how to use his slip up as leverage for one of his goals.

"If you never become king?" Zehail asked, tilting his head to the side. He then proceeded to widen his eyes and open his mouth in shock, pretending as if it had just clicked in his head that he was the Prince. "You must be Prince Marid then." Zehail said with a huge grin on his face. He could tell that the Prince was disappointed in the unveiling of his identity.

Zehail then laughed. "Surely a Prince who can't even keep himself disguised to a mere performer doesn't deserve me to himself." Zehail sighed and stretched his arms above him. "However, I am still willing to train you. Under one other stipulation." Zehail approached the boy. "You must find a way to keep this show grounded in your kingdom. If you can do that, then I will train you every night after I perform." He walked away from the Prince, starting to rub himself down once again. "If you fail to do so, the show will continue to travel, which means I will be gone by sunset tomorrow, and so will your chance at training." Zehail explained.

"So if I were you, I'd hurry up and figure out a way to keep this show in town for a very long time." Zehail smiled, knowing Marid couldn't see his grin. He wondered how the Prince was going to go about this. If he was capable of doing this, then maybe, just maybe....he would make a great thief apprentice.