In the not too distant future lives a trio of nine-year old Boy Princes: Sebastian, swan-like and sweet, Balthazar, bashful yet brave, and Marion, merry and melodious. Of course simply everyone agrees, even those in the most boyish of circles, that none can possibly match the boys' coquettish youth and unbridled innocence. Tended to by their faithful and wise Indian Manservant, Pasha, the boys live out their days attired in the finest of clothes and surrounded by opulence-their every whim and passing fancy more than attended to. One day, the boys, along with Pasha, go out into the harsh world to watch their leather-clad uncle, Flavian, ride around upon his magnificent motorcycle. Flavian's manly presence captivates the boys, much to Pasha's dismay and jealousy, as he shows off the metal steed snarling between his legs. Balthazar asks to ride upon the motorcycle himself, but, distrustful of Flavian, Pasha tries to prevent Balthazar from fulfilling his desire. After some back and forth between Balthazar, Pasha, and Flavian, the other two boys vocalize their desire to ride with their uncle as well. A fight between the three boys ensues: a fight brought to an abrupt in when Flavian announces he won't let any of the boys ride with until they can decide on who among them is the most boyish-for only the most boyish boy is fit to ride his shotgun. And with that, Flavian drives off. Pasha, sensing the boys' disappointment, attempts to lull them into happier state with the promise of butterscotch pops. The boys, saddened by their Uncle's departure, ignore Pasha and return home in silence. Later that night, the boys apologize to one another, but this fraternal reconciliation is not enough to solve the boys' greater problem: deciding who among them is the most boyish of boys. Suddenly, inspiration strikes Sebastian, and he suggests they hold a competition to settle the dispute. Balthazar wholeheartedly agrees, but Marion dismays over who will serve as their judge. After a moment, Sebastian suggests Paris of Troy, famed and fabled judge of judges. Again Marion defies his brother, pointing out that Paris is a fictional character. Sensing the growing tension between his siblings, Balthazar suggests that if they all wish hard enough, Paris might yet spring to life. And so, the boys link hands and attempt to wish fiction into flesh. With a poof of smoke, Paris appears, but rejects the boys' request to judge them, insisting that nothing short of blood, rape, and war will come of such a competition. Paris disappears as quickly as he appeared, leaving the boys despondent once more. After a fitful and sleepless number of hours, Marion shoots out of bed, ready with a suitable judge: the boys' older cousin and former boy prince, Evelyn. Ecstatic, Balthazar hugs Marion; Sebastian only grudgingly agrees with his brothers that Evelyn should be their judge. A couple of days later, a letter from the boys arrives at a dingy, rundown apartment. A mysterious woman hands the letter to a disheveled, drunk, and half-masked man-Evelyn. Evelyn reads the letter, and a twisted smile forms across his face as he learns of the boys' boyish boy competition. Evelyn remembers when he was young and beautiful, and how the boys robbed him of said beauty, spilling water upon and disfiguring his beautiful, beautiful face. Evelyn tells the mysterious woman that he will judge the boys and the two have wild, animal-like sex. The next day, Sebastian, Balthazar, and Marion practice preening and posing until Pasha rushes into the room. The boys ask if their cousin Evelyn is coming to judge them, but Pasha dodges the answer, urging his charges to abandon the competition. Lacking the patience for Pasha's worrisome prattle, the boys insist on knowing Evelyn's decision. Pasha reveals that Evelyn has indeed accepted the invitation and is already on his way. Balthazar dismisses Pasha, but not before Evelyn makes his grand entrance. Evelyn makes a show of belittling the poor manservant i
