ARTHUR AND MERLIN
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON THE TV SERIES, "MERLIN". THE CHARACTERS LOOK LIKE THE ACTORS WHO PORTRAY THE PARTS, AND THE PLOT IS ROUGHLY THE SAME AS THE SERIES WITH SOME SIGNIFICANT DIFFERENCES. THIS COMPANY NEVER ASKED FOR THIS STORY TO BE WRITTEN, NOR GAVE PERMISSION. ... Shine TV
Enjoy and let me know whether you would like further installments, and give comments. Best wishes, Ben Duncan benduncan.stories@gmail.com
Arthur sniffed. He was annoyed. Not only was he hungry, but he was late. He was supposed to meet his Father, King Uther, for breakfast to discuss the latest in a litany of magical mishaps, all of which had been directly or indirectly caused by Uther's hatred and persecution of everything and anybody magical.
To make matters worse, Merlin, his lazy servant, was late as usual. He didn't know why he put up with the lout. Yes, there was the fact that he was annoyingly loyal and had an ever-present sense of humour which made almost any situation more bearable. But still, that wasn't enough to make up for his annoying qualities.
Arthur became aware of the royal prick that was bursting for a piss. His shortish, thick dick rubbed against the rough fabric of his sleep gear. He didn't wear anything else, only the old long johns that now tented uncomfortably around his sensitive cock. His foreskin always retracted just enough to expose the sensitive head when he was erect, and the piss slit caught on a seam, opening it enough to graze the super-sensitive opening.
He slid his hand down his furry blonde chest to adjust himself and his sword-caloused hand grazed his pale pink nipple in passing. A shock shot down his body, connecting the extended member in his britches with the coin-sized disk on his torso, and what felt like lightning raced through his body. He was horny. The royal member had received little attention lately. Being busy had its advantages, taking his mind off the hard-on he got when he felt Guinevere anywhere near him, or saw her hooded gaze as they shared a fleeting glance.
But enough of that. Now he had to take matters in hand, so to speak. There were only two ways of attending to his discomfort. Either he had to get out of bed and take a piss, or he had to resort to manual stimulation. He was too lazy to get out of bed, so he decided that he would jack off while he waited for Merlin to get his lazy young arse over here to dress him.
He started to untie the draw string of the underwear that doubled for his sleep gear and was about to put his hand on his throbbing cock when Merlin finally decided to make an appearance.
"About bloody time," Arthur grumbled as he quickly pulled his hand out of his pants.
"Good morning sire, am I interrupting anything?" His eyes twinkled in that annoying, endearing way he had, as he looked at the conspicuous bump under the blankets.
"Mind your own business, you lazy good-for-nothing, and get your arse over here to dress me. The King has pobably decided that I was never going to arrive and has likely finished breakfast."
"Yes sire," Merlin said knowingly as he walked over to the wardrobe and fetched Arthur's garments. When he had his back turned, he paused to say "Cockshar" under his breath. His eyes got their familiar glow as the magic pulsed from his body.
In bed a powerful surge went up Arthur's legs, almost as if he was having a mild orgasm, and centred around his still throbbing cock.
"Hungh!" he exclaimed as his back arched. He lay back with a puzzled expression on his face, breathing deeply to control himself.
"Everything all right, sire?" Merlin asked innocently as he looked over his shoulder to see what the effect of his naughty magic was.
"Just shut it and get me dressed, will you?" Arthur retorted, and tried to regain his composure.
Merlin turned back to the cupboard and muttered "Achsureth". Again his eyes glowed and Arthur felt a sensation like a warm tongue licking up his arse. He clenched his butt muscles in alarm and enjoyment and once again had to fight the urge to cry out.
"You're sure you're ok, sire? You seem distracted." He had that devilish smile that made his elfish face even more annoying than usual. His full lips curled up and his impish smile widened.
"Nothing dammit, just hunger pains. Hurry up, I want to dress, piss and go."
"Yes sire," he said and muttered into the closet. "Pishtar" he intoned and Arthur felt as if a warm hand was closing over his balls.
He turned back to Arthur just as the latter sighed and closed his eyes, lifting his bubble but off the bed to luxuriate in the amazing feelings that were flooding his body.
Merlin stepped over to the bed and flicked the bedclothes back to expose Arthur's precum-stained pants. Arthur, who had in the meantime tried to control himself, cupped the thick sausage shaped bulge in his pants with his hand self-consciously.
Merlin smiled knowingly to himself and pretended he saw nothing. Arthur now swung his legs over the edge of his bed to try and hide his arousal, but it only made his dong tent up his pants even more.
"Give me those pants, Merlin!" he barked making a grab for the garment.
"Not so fast, sire, surely you want to change your underwear? Please stand up sire, let me remove your dirty pants."
Arthur knew there was no arguing so he stood up just as Merlin kneeled to undo the drawstring, bringing him face to cock with Arthur's impressive royal woodie.
"I see you're feeling rather happy this morning, sire," he said sarcastically as he worried at the knot of the garment inches from his face.
"Mind your own business and get on with it you lazy wretch!"
"I think you're going to need a bit of a wipe down sir," Merlin remarked as he took a sniff. "You don't smell as if you have changed your undies for days. What did you do with the clean garments I leave you ever day?"
Just then he peeled back the waist band of Arthur's pants, exposing the one-eyed, rosy head of Arthur's dick to the morning light. Arthur tried to take over undressing himself, but Merlin would have none of it. He slapped Arthur's hand lightly and pulled the pants down slowly, taking care to graze the sensitive underside of the dick just under the throbbing, glistening head of Arthur's short, massively fat uncut prick.
"Would you like me to arrange for a girl to come and take care of that for you sometime, sire?" Merlin asked michievously.
"Mind your own business Merlin!" At last he had enough of the slow undressing and was about to slide down his own pants. Then he realised that Merlin was still face-to-dick with his royal tool, so he turned around, bent over only to realise that his furry blond arse was righ in Merlin's face.
"Stay like that, sire, I need to give you a quick wet wipe." Magically (literally) he produced a warm face cloth from nowhere and touched it to Arthur's bubble cheeks, and wiped it robustly over the pink crack where Arthur's moist hole nestled.
"Give me that!" Arthur shouted, turning around red-faced as he grabbed the cloth out of Merlin's hand.
"I'm just doing my job, sire," he said gleefully as he was again faced with the now openly weeping cock in front of him.
"Get out of here, and leave me in peace!" shouted Arthur and shuffled away from Merlin with his britches around his ankles. "Come back in ten minutes with something to eat. I'm sure I have missed breakfast with King Uther, so I may as well join him in the war room.
Absurdly, he thought how soft and moist Merlin's mouth looked as he disappeared out of the door with an "Immediately, sire..."
"Impertinent wretch..."
As the door closed he smiled and took his cock in his had, sliding the foreskin back completely, exposing the rose-coloured head. Clear juice was running freely down the shaft. He caught some on his finger end sniffed curiously at it. I smelled of ...bleach. Clean and fresh, he thought. On impulse he did something he had never considered before. He scooped up even more of the crystal liquid and put it in his mouth, sucking the sticky fluid off his fingers. His other hand worked his foreskin up and down his cock in slow, smooth stokes. He was still sucking on his finger as he closed his eyes.
He tried to think what Guenevere would look like naked but was puzzled when all he could think about was Merlin's cute butt as he had walked out of the room. His breathing accelerated and he felt the agonising extasy begin to build in his muscular thighs, which tensed convulsively. He scooped up another fingerful of clear man juice and slurped it greedily off his digit. He sucked on it as he imagined having his own cock in his mouth to get it straight from the source. He wondered what it would feel like to shoot into his own mouth, and the thought of a mouth over his plump, hard sausage only increased his ungency.
To his shock the mouth on his cock changed from his own until, in his mind's eye, he could see Merlin's twinkling eyes looking up at him, working the engorged stump between his hairy thighs. At last the pressure could build no more as he groaned and shot his load in a high arc, arching his back, thrusting his hips forward and moaning hugely as wave upon wave of ecstasy coursed through his body.
Outside his door Merlin grinned to himself.
"Next time I won't let you off so easily, sire!" he murmered.
He quickly walked off to the kitchen, stopping briefly to adjust his stiff, slender penis in his pants.