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The heat of the noonday sun lit the halls of the grand palace with a warm golden glow, one that the prince took great pleasure in ignoring. Beneath a sea of pillows and blankets His Highness lazily tossed and turned, swimming in a sea of dreams. Just then, a knock at his door would tug at his consciousness but, ever defiant, he dreamed on. Another set of knocks, then after a brief pause, another. Soon the gentle knocks grew impatient and with a muffled ‘Ugh!’ they shifted into indignant banging. In spite of this the prince remained undisturbed. The large doors to his bed chambers shifted inward as the guest tried the door handle to no avail. “Really?” The muffled voice shouted then sighed. After a brief delay the locks of the door clacked and knocked as the guest finally opened the prince’s chamber.
A young knight stepped in, clad in silver armor underneath a warm orange garb. “Your Highness it’s past midday. It’s time to get up.” He spoke in a stern voice as he opened the curtains. The prince, still dreaming, turned to avoid the light, much to the annoyance of his retainer. “Wake up!” The young man shouted, pulling the pillow from underneath him. Finally, with more than a hint of grog, the young prince blinked himself awake, greeting his friend with a weak ‘Morning’. The knight ripped the sheets from him in an effort to invigorate, revealing all the young prince had to offer. After all, the prince preferred to sleep naked, clothes were so bothersome and restricting, and there was no shame in the human body.
“Cover yourself, please.” He asked. “What do you mean, you’re the one that came in here.” The prince replied. He made no effort to hide his masculinity, taking great pride in the body he worked hard for. “Also I'm pretty sure you knew I slept naked.” The knight knew better than to entertain the prince’s teasing and jests. “Get up.” He spoke in a monotone voice. “No!” The prince pouted, flipping onto his stomach and cuddling his favorite pillow. He threw his leg over the cushion, unwittingly showing off even more than before.
“You party all night, sleep all day. When will you take to your duties as prince?” The knight chastised. “I’ve got, like, four brothers, they're the war-mongers and diplomats! Why can’t I just relax!” Even as the prince whined and bemoaned what little work he had his voice was soft and feminine. “Because one day you may inherit the throne. You must be prepared.” The knight insisted. “But I’m like ninth in line for the throne or whatever! Like, even uncle Simon has more of a claim to the throne than I do! And I don’t even wanna be king, it’s so boring!” The prince buried his face into his pillow as the knight contemplated his approach.
“What if I made a deal with you then?” The knight offered. “I’ll give you something, like those imported grapes you love so much. The ones your father put a ban on.” The prince perked up at his words, lifting his head from its cradle. “For what? Just to get out of bed? Deal!” The prince hopped up but the knight stopped him. “Not quite! You have to get out of bed AND catch up with ALL of your duties.” As soon as the words left his mouth the prince seemed to deflate, flopping back down dramatically. “No work!” He snatched up his pillow once again and hid his face. “Oh come now! You’re not a boy anymore. You have to spend your time doing things other than looking in the mirror and fucking your father’s court staff.” The knight realized his error immediately after the words left his mouth. The prince opened his mouth as if to gasp. “I am a virgin!” The prince protested. “Is that the reputation I have? Just because I suck off a couple of dusty old men for favors doesn’t make me a whore!” He playfully smacked his retainer with his pillow.
“Okay, fine! How about this.” The prince said, getting on his knees in front of the knight, a wry smile on his lips. “You give me breakfast and fetch me something to eat, and I’ll do all my work for the day! Promise!” He held out his little finger. “Breakfast and…?” The knight took a moment to process the declaration. “I’m not quite sure I understand. But if it’s two meals you want then you have my word.” The knight said before turning to leave. “Wait!” The prince shouted, still holding his finger out. The knight turned back to him and awkwardly stuck out his pinkie. The prince locked their fingers together and shook them. “Okay! Now gimme!”
The prince tugged at his knight’s pants, deftly removing the plate of armor that covered his prize. “My prince, what are you doing?” The knight stopped him, placing his hand between them. “Nuh uh! You promised!” A look of confusion slowly grew on the knight’s face as he realized what he had agreed to. “Wait…” He said. The prince merely smiled. “We can’t! What about your father!” The knight objected in a loud whisper. “Daddy doesn’t care. He’s busy grooming my brothers for king stuff.” By the time he had finished his sentence he had pulled the monster from his retainer’s pants. “Damn!” He marveled at the sight, barely able to wrap his entire hand around its shaft.
“My lord, I’m afraid I must put a stop to this!” The knight once again tried to stop what was about to transpire. “Oh yeah? Then I order you to put your hands behind your back and stand there!” Reluctantly, he complied, defeated by the boy’s quick wit. The prince, confident he had outsmarted his knight, smiled brightly before smacking his cheek with his new toy. “You’ve been hiding this monster from me all this time.” He gave it a deep inhale, moaning at the musky scent that coated it. “My prince, please! Cease this indecency! I am unclean. Someone of your caliber–” The prince playfully bit his knight to silence his protests. “Uuuuhm…I order you to…Shut up!” The prince nibbled at the tip of his plaything, swabbing it in preparation for his long awaited ‘breakfast’.
He started slowly, sucking at the head, gently bobbing up and down as he pulled the glans back and forth past his plush lips. He looked up at his knight, wanting him to see his beloved prince committing his favorite act of debauchery. The poor knight watched helplessly as he defiled the royal blood, hoping that the prince would cover him in the event that they were caught. He stifled moans as he felt his knees weaken, the young prince was good. Very very good. The prince on the other hand took great joy in torturing his knight for the first time, ensuring he made the sloppiest of noises for him to enjoy.
The prince took joy in watching every little reaction of his knight. Watching the way he threw his head back from time to time, the way he flexed his muscles in an attempt to last longer, he loved every little bit of it. He made sure to keep eye contact, desperately wanting the knight to match his gaze, because he looked good giving head and he knew it. Many a morning was spent watching himself in the mirror as he displayed his ‘natural talents’ to the older men of his father’s court. Unscheduled visits to their bed chambers, ‘accidental’ encounters in the royal garden, even quickies in the hallways at night. He knew he could play them without even trying and after some time he learned he loved watching himself perform in the mirror.
Years of practice were put on display for the knight as the prince pulled out every stop, if only to see how long the knight could last. Finally, he decided to finish by saving the best for last. Never once did this trick fail him in his endeavors. He took a deep breath and forced the knight’s cock into his throat, nuzzling his nose into the poor man’s crotch. He pulled back slightly before slamming forward, over and over again, fucking himself on the dick of his slave. He was proud to say he had no gag reflex, a talent he knew the whores of the brothel would murder to get.
He could hear his knight stifle a moan and then a guttural growl as he threw his head back one final time. His knees shook and buckled, pulling away ever so slightly before pushing forward harshly. He bucked his hips as he fed the young prince his hard earned meal, pushing a fat load into his royal stomach. Even as he climaxed the prince did not relent, he buried his nose into the knight and grabbed his ass, pushing him as deep as he could go.
His orgasm seized his body in its entirety, lasting the longest he’d ever felt and the young prince held on the entire time, never once backing away. After what felt like an eternity, the prince pulled away in an agonizingly slow manner. Watching every twitch and spasm with glee, even going back for seconds, then thirds, then fourths and fifths. Finally, he paused at the tip of his dick, pressing his lips into it for a long second. Never before had the knight received such treatment, his mind had gone blank for a few moments before resetting itself.
“See!” The prince smiled and stuck his tongue out, showing him the bottomless pit that left him a trembling mess. “No evidence!” His dick twitched at the sight and let out a glob of cum upon seeing the prince’s proud smile. “Oops!” The prince lapped it up without a second thought. His father paid good money for that meal and he was going to ensure he enjoyed every bit of it. The poor knight, after sustaining the best and most crippling combat injury he’d ever received, stumbled to the edge of the bed. The prince giggled and smiled. “Are you okay?” The knight gave him a dazed look and nodded.
“Good! Now as far as food is concerned, get me an apple from the table over there. Hurry hurry.” The knight shakily stood, dragging his feet to the nightstand and picking a vibrant red apple from the bunch. “Thank you!” The prince smiled and began eating. “You look like a zombie.” He commented on the shell shocked knight’s sluggish movement between bites. “You wanna lie down?” He asked. The knight flopped back and looked at the prince as he casually enjoyed his fruit without a worldly care. “Here put your feet up.” He helped the knight get more comfortable, eventually managing to get him to the center of the bed.
The prince straddled his knight with an apathetic look, as if the man underneath him were another one of his pillows. He looked at him with his big brown eyes as he munched on his apple. “Want some?” He held the apple out to him. “I feel like I’m sinking.” The knight finally managed to speak. “Yeah it’s really comfy right!” The prince smiled. “Why are you like this?” The knight asked carelessly. “Like what?” The young prince cocked his head, entirely unaware of the effect he had on others even when he wasn’t trying to be a flirtatious toy.
“You’re so…Girly.” He spoke to the effeminate mannerisms and flamboyant quirks of the young man mounting his hips. Every idiosyncrasy and peculiarity, every foible and habit. It drew his eyes in ways he sometimes found uncomfortable. He would often catch himself staring as he guarded the young prince. Trying to see more of the young man in all his grace. His preference for nudity, pension for hijinks, and passion for teasing all lent to his character in ways that bred unhealthy thoughts in the young knight. “Isn’t it obvious?” The prince replied. “I’m afraid not, my prince.” The prince stuffed the apple into the knight’s mouth as if to say ‘hold this’. He stood up and placed both hands on his hips. “Look at me.” The knight couldn’t help but notice his fluffy, unkempt hair, his lithe figure that he took so much pride in, and his round little butt that could be seen even from his front. But most of all his eyes naturally gravitated to his penis. Small and floppy, limp and ineffectual, the knight never once saw it stand tall. Yet still he hated that his eyes gravitated to that, and how he recalled such a thing about the young prince.
“Well?” The prince asked. “What do you think? Cute right? It’s just the way I am, and I’m damn proud of it.” The prince plopped back down onto him and took his apple back. “I’m sorry for doubting you, my lord.” The knight said. The prince chomped at his apple. “Yeah but– ‘He’ isn’t sorry.” The knight jumped up from the bed, sure that his life was over at that moment. He looked toward the door and saw it was closed. He looked around the room to find they were alone. “Who is he? Is your father here?!” The knight said, looking around for signs of royalty. The prince laughed before lifting his butt up slightly. “No– Him!” He looked down at the knight’s growing erection. The knight nearly fainted and the prince laughed at his reaction.
“Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you.” The prince took it as a challenge, to be erect in his presence, after all it was a crime punishable by beating until discharge, as he liked to call it. Quickly, he reached over to his nightstand, retrieving a half-full glass of some clear substance. He poured a generous helping of the viscous liquid onto both of their crotches before fingering his hole in preparation. “Wait, this wasn’t part of the deal.” The knight protested. The young prince looked at him and sat down on his shaft. Without a word he began grinding his hips into it. Spreading the lubricant between the two. The knight couldn’t help but turn his attention to their mingling genitals, the way the prince’s tiny, flaccid, dick dribbled onto his as he grinded at his attention.
The prince picked up his dick and squatted over it, pressing it into him and gently rocking back and forth, rolling his hips as he occasionally pushed down. “I wasn’t kidding, you know...” The prince teased. “I really am a virgin. Once in a lifetime thing here…Unless you want me to find the nearest bum on the street to give it to.” The knight remained silent. “That’s what I thought. Now it’s your turn to order me, mister big knight man. Tell me what you want me to do.” The knight gulped, opening his mouth to speak before mumbling something inaudible. The prince sighed dramatically. “Guess I’ll just finish my apple.”
“Sit!” The knight’s words were loud enough to echo and the prince responded in kind. His heart dropped and he did as commanded, sitting down on the knight’s dick in one fluid motion. The prince gasped as it filled him. “Virgin, huh?” The knight teased. “Toys don’t count!” The prince pouted, rocking back and forth, savoring his knight’s size. He got into a low squat and picked his hips up before slamming them back down with a wet smack. Up and down he rode his knight, slapping his butt against the knight’s hips with a lustful passion. The knight looked down, he enjoyed watching the prince’s tiny cock slap against his stomach, the way his ass swallowed his dick with an absence of difficulty.
What was once shame and repressed desire shifted into an unadulterated lust for the young man. He realized it now. He loved him and everything about him. The knight began to push into his thrusts, now enjoying the act that the prince had roped him into. “How long have you wanted this, you whore.” The knight asked. The prince blushed in spite of the fact that his knight was nine inches deep in his colon. He had never had anyone speak in such a way to him. He was quite accustomed to being in control of the older men he preyed upon but the knight’s words unearthed something in him. He blushed a deep red and panicked. “Simon says shut up!” The prince shouted. “Invoking lord Simon–?!” The knight was cut short by the half eaten apple that was shoved into his mouth.
The prince sat down to catch his breath, but the knight was having none of it. Years of hanging on the prince’s every word and whim had filled him with a repressed urge to correct such contemptuous behavior. He pulled the prince’s feet from under him and flipped him onto his back. He pushed his ankles to his ears as the prince looked on in amazement. He lined himself up with the prince’s hole and pushed. The prince had never had the pleasure of enjoying such a position and much to his surprise he found a new favorite.
He put his body weight into his strokes, digging out the young prince’s guts, knocking the wind out of him with each push. He grabbed the prince by the throat, choking the blood from him as he punched his guts from inside. “Teasing me with this round little ass. Flaunting this tiny useless dick. You’ve never even used it have you, you fucking tease.” The prince looked to his knight with an expression of bewilderment and lust, his eyes begging for more as a tingling sensation filled his legs. “Never– Used– It!” He stifled out a broken sentence between the heavy strokes he received as punishment. “Spoiled brat, you’ve never seen a day of labor!” The knight took out decades of frustration on the poor prince’s hole, intending to break him in as his first proper experience.
“I’m– Sorr–!” The prince tried to apologize but he couldn’t hold out any longer. His legs began to shake violently as an orgasm took hold of him. He trembled and spasmed as the knight used his asshole, indifferent to his climax. He squirted, hard, onto his own face and chest as his knight took him. He continued to abuse the prince, as he whined and moaned underneath him. Every weak cry, every broken moan, every whine and whimper pushed the knight closer to climax. The knight took his time but eventually he finished as well, dumping another load into the prince’s gut as he misused the boy’s ass to squeeze out an orgasm of his own. Finally, he released the prince, letting his legs fall limp and leaving him a twitchy, leaky, mess.
Clarity hit the knight hard as he realized what he had done. His mind began to race. Was the prince alright? Would the knight face death? How quickly could he leave the kingdom? Should he flee now? As that final thought crossed his mind the king could be heard from the other end of the door, calling for his son with a tone of merriment. “Are you alright, my boy?” The jolly old king called. Without delay, the prince called back. “Gooood!” In a singsong tone. The prince smiled at his knight as he looked back in horror, huffing and puffing all the while. “Would you mind if I came in? I haven’t seen my son all day!” The king called. “Daddy! I’m not decent!” The prince whined, and the king laughed. “Hoh hoh! Alright, get dressed and come down for lunch, so I can see my favorite son!”. The knight looked to the prince wide eyed and whispered. “Does he know?”
The prince shook his head ‘No’ before replying to his father. “Yes daddy!”