It was my eighteenth birthday, and I spent it the usual way, performing tasks about my father's inn. I gave little thought to celebration on this day, but I hoped in my heart for some kindly recognition, perhaps a simple acknowledgment of all my hard work. As usual, the only acknowledgment I received was from the horny patrons of the inn's tavern as I attempted to keep their mugs filled with ale.

I am slight, and pale, but my features are boyishly attractive and pleasing to the eye. My youthful appearance seemed to provoke a lustful response in a great many of the men who frequented the tavern. It was a curse-- one which sometimes 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 the night at the inn, I myself felt such desires. But to be groped and propositioned by the likes of the filthy, drunken sots who loitered continuously about the tavern, sickened me.

On this particular evening the patrons of the tavern were an exceptionally rowdy lot. So much so that my father sent me to the stables to bed down the horses earlier than usual. In all the commotion he failed to notice that a pair of the ruffians had followed me out of the tavern.

"Quite a lovely young thing, isn't he?" said the boldest of the two men. He spoke about me to his friend as if I were a slut for their taking. "Which end would you prefer? The head of the tail?"

They roared with laughter, sousing one another with their sloshing mugs of ale. I tried to ignore their presence by keeping to the task at hand. But when they forced me into an empty stall and tossed me down onto the straw bedding, I knew the danger I was in; for I was not about to let them rape me, and they were in no condition to take my rejection lightly.

I had been faced with similar circumstances before, but this time was different. In the past, I had always felt hope for compassion, and that compassion had always materialized to save me. This time, as I gazed deep into their cold black eyes, 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, at any cost.

I was certainly no match for the brutes, but I fought valiantly as their filthy hands attempted to violate the sanctity of my flesh. Their fingers tore at my clothes as they attempted to expose the fruits of their desires. Their rancid breaths caused my stomach to churn with unsettling fits of dread. They swooped down upon me like starving vultures. Had it not been for the thundering hoofs of approaching horses, I surely would not have survived the ordeal.

I took advantage of the distraction to make my escape. Then, from the sanctuary of my hiding place, I too looked on with 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 respect for the captain's authority. "Might I inquire as to what your 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 expression on his face, I knew it might be for the very last time. My throat grew tight with sorrow as I looked into his weary eyes.

"Your son has been selected to be personal servant to Prince John," said the captain. "Provided, of course, that you, the boy's father, have no objection."

There was something sinister in the way the captain spoke to my father. It was almost threatening.

"Object?" My father stammered. "Why, kind sir, I am honored that a member of my humble family may be of service to the royal prince. Go boy, and fetch your things."

"That won't be necessary," said the captain. "All that he requires will be provided."

Our farewells were made in haste as the soldiers awaited my presence. My father's tone was outwardly jubilant, congratulatory, but his expression told a tale of apprehension and regret. It warmed my heart to know I would be missed.

Upon my arrival at the castle, I was immediately scrubbed from head to toe and dressed in the finest garments I had ever seen. My head spun with the excitement of my good fortune.

The manservant who had prepared me to greet the prince stood back and proudly admired his accomplishments. "Beautiful. You are absolutely beautiful," he murmured softly, dragging a comb through my wavy blond hair one last time. "Now you mind your manners, boy, or else you'll be back to shoveling shit from your father's stables."

I stood paralyzed with uncertainty as Prince John entered his stately chambers and began meticulously studying me. His eyes never left me as he ambled about his quarters. The prince was the most stunning man I had ever seen, and my cock became restless with anticipation. I prayed the potent male juices surging through his royal blood were as inflamed as 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 that you are somewhat younger," said the prince. "Even so, I must admit I like what I see. You are most lovely."

His flattering recognition caused me to blush. "I want to see all of you," said Prince John. "Would you object to removing your robes?"

It was within his power to command me, but he was considerate enough to ask.

Eager to please, I removed my garb and stood completely naked before the prince. His eyes caressed me wantonly as he stepped 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 to regain his princely composure. "James, do you know why I had you brought to me?"

I stood staring blankly, searching for a reply. "Are you dimwitted?" he asked, visibly annoyed with my momentary loss of speech.

"Oh, no, my lord. It's just that, well, I'm really not at all certain why you chose me."

"I chose you, sweet young James, because by chance I happened to notice you as my coach passed your father's inn. There was something pleasing, even arousing about you. I felt there was something beneath all that stable filth worth exploring."

I was indeed flattered. "I assure you, you will not be disappointed in your choice, my lord. I swear an oath to the all mighty God, that I will be a loyal servant."

But the prince seemed troubled. "I want more than a servant, James. I want a companion, a friend, a lover. Are you capable of fulfilling such demands?"

I detected a hint of loneliness in my new master's voice. He spoke with such kindheartedness, I could have denied him nothing.

"I will strive with all my heart to be whatever my Prince desires.

Prince John smiled. "Come to me, James. Stand naked before me. Let me touch your smooth, pale flesh. Let me arouse the passion within you as you have aroused it within me."

I was plagued by awkwardness as I stood before the prince. I was careful not to stare, but my awareness of the protruding pouch between his strong thighs created within me an inescapable heat of desire. His hands came to rest on my chest, and his fingers fondly twisted my small, plum-colored nipples. 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 outside my father's inn. Never had I found their coarse, swollen flesh even the least bit appealing. Prince John was wholly different. He was close to my age, and breathtakingly handsome. His firm, sweet-smelling, well-muscled body was nearly hairless. And while I prided myself on being more than acceptably endowed, he was possessor of the largest cock I'd ever seen.

I thought back on the countless men who had tried to lure me to their rooms at the inn. I had always managed, somehow, to avoid their lustful advances, unwilling to provide them with my services, even when they had offered me money. Now, for my beloved prince, I would do anything.

Prince John lay naked upon his bed, spreading himself before me as if he were the main course of a magnificent feast. His enormous cock trembled restlessly on his belly. The thick foreskin sheathing the blunt head of his lance was stretched to its limit as his huge cock continued to expand. Like a budding rose bursting into bloom, his long, velvety foreskin gave way to the plump crown of his majestic organ.

His sleek, helmet-shaped knob was as smooth as the finest satin. It wept for attention. I thirsted to consume the shimmering nectar drenching the tip, but did not move until he held out his powerful arms to receive me.

Gently, I laid the weight of my body upon his. We squirmed wildly, grinding the engorged meat of our erect cocks.

Prince John slid out from under me and placed his hand upon my pulsating lance. My entire body tingled wickedly as he amused himself by fiddling with my extremely rigid organ. Lovingly, he leaned forward and began kissing my neck. He worked his delightful, wet mouth slowly down my shoulder and across my heaving chest to suffocate my erect nipples with his full, firm lips.

"Your body is delicious," Prince John gasped as his tongue fluttered over the curve of my naval. His nostrils inhaled deeply as he nestled his nose in the soft hair surrounding the root of my slender organ. My foreskin was even more abundant than his, and concealed the head of my fully aroused cock. He gently retracted the generous folds and plunged the tip of his hot tongue into the tiny opening.

Pulling me closer, he took the entire length of my cock deep into his passionate throat. His tongue was like a forge, transforming my male flesh into a throbbing sword of iron.

Prince John allowed my cock to slither from between his soft lips. I felt cold and abandoned as he sat back, marveling at his erotic achievement. My stiff organ wagged ruttishly for his enjoyment.

"You are quite exceptional, James."

"My Lord, my beauty is nothing compared to yours."

"You are far too modest," replied Prince John. "Come now, James, and savor the sweet flavor of my cock.

I eagerly plunged my face between his long, muscular legs and licked the shaft of his feverish organ. A lustful excitement trembled through me as I heard my loving prince pant, ablaze with sensual pleasure. I attempted desperately to devour the massiveness of his rigid cock, but the narrow passage of my throat simply would not expand to accommodate its pulsing grandeur.

Prince John gently tugged his organ from my greedy mouth. He stood up and took me affectionately in his arms, placing his lips over mine. Unable to resist such tenderness, I plunged my juicy tongue deep into his searing mouth.

"I've longed all my life for someone like you," said Prince John, stroking his long, elegant fingers through my silken hair.

Never had I felt more at ease than in the warm embrace of my Prince. His mere touch intoxicated me. My cock raged with youthful passion. There was no evading the sexual urgency running wild through our bodies. I belonged to him, body, heart and soul. I was his for the taking and he knew it.

Prince John continued to clutch my slender body tightly against him as he reached around to caress my full, round buttocks. Parting the fleshy mounds, his fingers invaded my down-filled crevice. With astonishing precision, his groping fingers isolated and stroked my small, puckered orifice. I gasped softly as his delicate touch penetrated the opening of my anal passage.

In my ignorance I had no concept of what was coming. I simply place my trust in my prince and eagerly offered myself to him.

He spun me around and eased his stiff cock between my downy globes. The smoldering crown of his organ found its mark and he gradually forced himself into my reluctant bowels.

I howled in pain as his thick shaft stretched my delicate, virgin flesh. I thought I would surely faint dead away before I had managed to adequately pleasure my prince. But as he began to slide his long, pulsing organ back and forth inside me, my agony faded into the fire of passion. With each thrust I felt him easing more and more of his royal cock deeper into my belly.

"James, your tight, young ass fits my cock like a glove." His triumphant tone was heavy with heated desire as he quickened his thrusts. "Never have I experienced an opening which as fit me so tightly and so well."

I gazed over my shoulder, back at my prince. Glistening beads of sweat were forming on his wide muscular chest. His handsome face was consumed with the urgency of his hunger. As his passion mounted, he reached around and stroked my aching cock. I was out of my mind, utterly possessed. Never had I felt such fierce desire. I had never dreamed such pleasures were humanly possible.

His princely member jerked and swelled inside me. His breath was labored as his organ slammed against the velvety walls of my rectum. The beating of my heart seemed to echo loudly through the room and ring in my ears. Every fiber of my being tensed as the most devastating spasm of pleasure I'd ever experienced jolted through my body.

I gasped, overwhelmed as my erupting cock spewed long strands of milky seed across the prince's bed.

Prince John brutally rammed his cock deep inside me, plowing new depths within my bowels. His animal growls heightened my ecstasy as his strong legs trembled with the fury of his own massive orgasm.

We collapsed, utterly sated, in each other's arms. I felt Prince John's softening cock slither from my slick hole and I tightened my ass-ring around him, hungry to hold him in me for a few more precious seconds. When I released his withering organ, it slipped from my ass, and his sizzling semen surged from my uncorked anal opening like a shimmering, ivory river. I was mesmerized by the sight of his spent seed dripping from my balls to form glistening pools on the bed between my legs.

Prince John scooped up my sticky semen and smeared it between his fingers. He looked up at me and smiled, holding the precious fluid out to me as an offering. Without hesitation I took his fingers into my mouth and licked them clean.

"Come to me, James. Sleep next to me."

I eagerly responded to his beckoning and fell into his embrace. "My dear, sweet stable-boy, you are nothing short of the answer to my prayers."

We fell asleep with our warm bodies entwined. Tomorrow our lust would be rekindled and the fire in our youthful loins would once again rage.

As I passed into blissful slumber in the arms of my prince, the aromatic scent of male sex hovered heavily in the room, and the fond flavor of juicy cock-meat lingered on the surface of my tongue. My well-used anal passage ached pleasantly, and I smiled at the thought of the prince's sheets drenched with the abundant load of our freshly-spilled cum.

I knew then, resting in his warm embrace, that I was destined always to serve my Prince.