Destined To Serve
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 . . . . .
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