Cruising the airport in clever disguises, the prince is on the hunt for a mate for his son.  The devious man
waits patiently for an unsuspecting tourist or businessman to wander away from the flock.  Prepared to
use any means necessary, including kidnapping, to give his son what he craves, the prince is determined
to present his prized son with the commodity bought and sold for centuries as “white gold.”

It was not difficult to spot that one lone wolf in a sea of outgoing tourists and businessmen.  The prince was
wise and could easily tailor his plans as necessary.  He waited where he usually did in the busy airport.  The
whitest of gold could always be found near the terminals destined for the northern European countries and
during certain times of the year those terminals whose visitors were destined for the United States.

******

Asad stood and his father was pleased by the sight that met his eyes.  His son was dark which would please
the gods, but he knew there was not much time left.  The prince was getting on in years and he needed to
begin his search in earnest tonight.  Asad was beautiful, his body muscular and toned.  He was tall and sexy,
though no woman would ever please him.  The prince had discovered his son’s secret years ago.  His son
craved the forbidden and nearing his thirtieth year, it was time for the son of the prince to receive that which
he deserved. 

Tonight the prince would wait patiently at the airport for a man who had wandered from the herd.  There was
no turning back now.  The prince would bring his son the white gold that would satisfy his cravings.  It was not
good for a man to be seen at the baths the way his son was seen…lurking, leering, and desiring that which was
expected to be desired with a woman. 

The prince had everything arranged for his son, everything except for the prize.  The prince looked regal tonight
as he donned his formal attire in preparation of his journey. 

“Where are we going, father?” 

“Stay here tonight, Asad.  I will bring you something, but first you must sleep.”

******

He opened his eyes to a dark skinned man, gorgeous from head to toe, stepping into the bathtub with him. 
He smiled and Brian sat up. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I am Asad.  My father, the prince, has brought you to me.  You are my prize.” 

“Your prize for what?”