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Once Upon a Harem Boy

by Danielle Summers

What would you do for the opportunity of a lifetime?
Duga Rigers, a handsome 18-year old living in a feudal society, has spent his whole life hungry and struggling and dreading the day when he would have to join his father working in the crystal mines. He’s just left school, and that day is coming ever closer. He hasn’t won the lottery, and there aren’t many options for him in the mudflats district on the planet Oranto where he has spent his whole life and his family has lived for generations.

Shebi Goza, his friend of many years, doesn’t want to go to the mines either and tells him about tryouts for the Thasali royal family harem. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. All they have to do is beat out dozens of other hopefuls for an opportunity to serve the sexual needs of the royal family and earn their fortune.

This is the prequel to the Tales of the Thasali Harem series. This gay erotic science fiction story includes graphic sex and is intended for adults only.

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Duga Rigers slowly sipped the natash as he sat on the one small patch of cool, shaded ground outside his parents’ cave in the Mudflats district. He was sweating from the heat, but the fermented drink did little to cool him down. Natash was considered the cure-all for everything. It was said to bring health, love, money and luck, but he detested the sour, mealy liquid. And, honestly, it hadn’t brought him much of anything yet. He still sniffled from a lingering case of unbalanced fluids in his body. He hadn’t won the lottery, which would have given him and his family money to buy much-needed food, even though he played every day, even though he worked so hard to select the right numbers. He heard of other people winning and being able to buy food. They became fat and happy. He wanted to win too or at least find some way to leave the mudflats. He had so many dreams, but at the moment he was hungry. He couldn’t remember a day when he wasn’t hungry at some point.


He remembered when he was younger there was even less food. He and his older sisters always seemed to be hungry. At bedtime, his mother would give them each a cup of natash and tell them stories of wondrous sights and heroic feats, astonishing things he yearned to see. He had always thought it was his mother’s soothing voice that put him to sleep, but he learned recently that in each cup of natash she gave them those nights she had stirred in a little sleeping powder.

“It helped you and your sisters sleep without waking up hungry during the night,” she had confessed sadly a few weeks ago.

The natash he drank now was free of sleeping powders but didn’t satiate his true thirst.

He wanted to be more than a “mudflat rat,” one of those people who worked in the nearby crystal mines and never left the mudflats, who never saw the world. He had heard that the Thasali, the royal family, always had enough food to eat, was always cool in summer and warm in winter. He wanted all that and more. He wanted to live in a place where parents didn’t drug their children so they could sleep without feeling hunger, even if only for a few hours.

If he couldn’t win the lottery, maybe he could end up in the Thasali harem. That was probably his only other option for a better life. His family had lived in the Mudflats district for generations, but he wanted to see the world and the Thasali royal family up close. He wanted to see what they looked like, taste their food, feel the cloth that covered their bodies. He wanted to learn how they stayed cool in summer and warm in winter. And if he became a harem boy, the Thasali royal family would pay his parents money. His mother would be able to go to the local market bragging about her son, the harem boy, as she paid for an entire sallabeast and a full thrashing of gilla grain. The meat and grain would feed her well. She wouldn’t even have to stretch it out with fuffer mash or natash to feed the family. She would no longer be hungry and ordinary and neither would he. Not only would he get out of the mudflats, he also would receive training for his life after harem service. He could become a physician, an artist, a metalsmith. Joining the harem was the only way for someone like him to get any additional education for a true profession.


About the Author

Danielle Summers is a dyke in an interracial same-sex marriage living in the Midwest. She loves well-drawn characters but hates stereotypes. She lives for a good plot. She wishes her characters were real.