Destined to serve
It was my
eighteenth birthday, and I spent it the usualway, performing
tasks about my father’s inn. I gave littlethought to celebration
on this day, but I hoped in my heartfor some kindly recognition,
perhaps a simple acknowledgmentof all my hard work. As usual,
the only acknowledgment Ireceived was from the horny patrons of
the inn’s tavern as Iattempted to keep their mugs filled with
ale.I am slight, and pale, but my features are
boyishlyattractive and pleasing to the eye. My youthful
appearanceseemed to provoke a lustful response in a great many
of themen who frequented the tavern. It was a curse– one
whichsometimes caused me considerable grief.I was not
opposed, in the least, to the possibility of love shared between
two men. Why, on occasion, when a handsome weary traveler, a
gentleman of breeding, would happen to spend thenight at the
inn, I myself felt such desires. But to begroped and
propositioned by the likes of the filthy, drunkensots who
loitered continuously about the tavern, sickened me.On this
particular evening the patrons of the tavernwere an
exceptionally rowdy lot. So much so that my fathersent me to the
stables to bed down the horses earlier thanusual. In all the
commotion he failed to notice that a pairof the ruffians had
followed me out of the tavern.”Quite a lovely young thing,
isn’t he?” said the boldestof the two men. He spoke about me to
his friend as if I werea slut for their taking. “Which end would
you prefer? Thehead of the tail?”They roared with
laughter, sousing one another withtheir sloshing mugs of ale. I
tried to ignore their presenceby keeping to the task at hand.
But when they forced me intoan empty stall and tossed me down
onto the straw bedding, Iknew the danger I was in; for I was not
about to let themrape me, and they were in no condition to take
my rejectionlightly.I had been faced with similar
circumstances before, butthis time was different. In the past, I
had always felt hopefor compassion, and that compassion had
always materializedto save me. This time, as I gazed deep into
their cold blackeyes, I saw no hope of redeeming their cruel,
savage hearts.I sensed only desperate lust and felt only
helpless despair.The two of them were determined to have their
way with me, atany cost.I was certainly no match for the
brutes, but I foughtvaliantly as their filthy hands attempted to
violate thesanctity of my flesh. Their fingers tore at my
clothes asthey attempted to expose the fruits of their desires.
Theirrancid breaths caused my stomach to churn with
unsettlingfits of dread. They swooped down upon me like
starvingvultures. Had it not been for the thundering hoofs
ofapproaching horses, I surely would not have survived
theordeal.I took advantage of the distraction to make my
escape.Then, from the sanctuary of my hiding place, I too looked
onwith concern as my father greeted the soldiers.”Inn
keeper,” bellowed a broad-shouldered captain,”might you have a
young son?””That is so,” replied my father, bowing low in
respectfor the captain’s authority. “Might I inquire as to
whatyour business is with the lad?””I have been sent to
escort him back to the castle.”Cautiously, I crept from my
hiding place into the open.My father turned and gazed upon me
and from the expressionon his face, I knew it might be for the
very last time. Mythroat grew tight with sorrow as I looked into
his wearyeyes.”Your son has been selected to be personal
servant toPrince John,” said the captain. “Provided, of course,
thatyou, the boy’s father, have no objection.”There was
something sinister in the way the captainspoke to my father. It
was almost threatening.”Object?” My father stammered. “Why,
kind sir, I amhonored that a member of my humble family may be
of serviceto the royal prince. Go boy, and fetch your
things.””That won’t be necessary,” said the captain. “All
thathe requires will be provided.”Our farewells were
made in haste as the soldiers awaitedmy presence. My father’s
tone was outwardly jubilant,congratulatory, but his expression
told a tale ofapprehension and regret. It warmed my heart to
know I wouldbe missed.Upon my arrival at the castle, I
was immediatelyscrubbed from head to toe and dressed in the
finest garmentsI had ever seen. My head spun with the excitement
of my goodfortune.The manservant who had prepared me to
greet the princestood back and proudly admired his
accomplishments.”Beautiful. You are absolutely beautiful,” he
murmuredsoftly, dragging a comb through my wavy blond hair one
lasttime. “Now you mind your manners, boy, or else you’ll
beback to shoveling shit from your father’s stables.”I
stood paralyzed with uncertainty as Prince Johnentered his
stately chambers and began meticulously studyingme. His eyes
never left me as he ambled about his quarters.The prince was the
most stunning man I had ever seen, and mycock became restless
with anticipation. I prayed the potentmale juices surging
through his royal blood were as inflamedas my own.”What
is your name?” he asked in a high, clear tenor.”James, my
Prince. My name is James.””How old are you,
James?””Eighteen today, Your majesty.””Is that so?
Your appearance creates the illusion thatyou are somewhat
younger,” said the prince. “Even so, I mustadmit I like what I
see. You are most lovely.”His flattering recognition caused
me to blush. “I wantto see all of you,” said Prince John. “Would
you object toremoving your robes?”It was within his
power to command me, but he wasconsiderate enough to
ask.Eager to please, I removed my garb and stood
completelynaked before the prince. His eyes caressed me wantonly
as hestepped back. “Magnificent,” he uttered
breathlessly,seating himself on the most splendid bed I had ever
seen.”I am honored that you are pleased.””As well
you should be,” he stated firmly, struggling toregain his
princely composure. “James, do you know why I hadyou brought to
me?”I stood staring blankly, searching for a reply.
“Areyou dimwitted?” he asked, visibly annoyed with my
momentaryloss of speech.”Oh, no, my lord. It’s just
that, well, I’m really notat all certain why you chose
me.””I chose you, sweet young James, because by chance
Ihappened to notice you as my coach passed your father’s
inn.There was something pleasing, even arousing about you.
Ifelt there was something beneath all that stable filth
worthexploring.”I was indeed flattered. “I assure you,
you will not bedisappointed in your choice, my lord. I swear an
oath to theall mighty God, that I will be a loyal
servant.”But the prince seemed troubled. “I want more than
aservant, James. I want a companion, a friend, a lover.
Areyou capable of fulfilling such demands?”I detected a
hint of loneliness in my new master’svoice. He spoke with such
kindheartedness, I could havedenied him nothing.”I will
strive with all my heart to be whatever myPrince
desires.Prince John smiled. “Come to me, James. Stand
nakedbefore me. Let me touch your smooth, pale flesh. Let
mearouse the passion within you as you have aroused it within
me.”I was plagued by awkwardness as I stood before
theprince. I was careful not to stare, but my awareness of
theprotruding pouch between his strong thighs created within
mean inescapable heat of desire. His hands came to rest on
mychest, and his fingers fondly twisted my small,
plum-colorednipples. My cock rose up stiffly in gratitude at his
touch.”Help me undress, James. I long to feel your
superb,young body pressed against mine.I had seen many
drunkards naked as they urinated outsidemy father’s inn. Never
had I found their coarse, swollenflesh even the least bit
appealing. Prince John was whollydifferent. He was close to my
age, and breathtakinglyhandsome. His firm, sweet-smelling,
well-muscled body wasnearly hairless. And while I prided myself
on being morethan acceptably endowed, he was possessor of the
largest cockI’d ever seen.
