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
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Previously...
Just then Arthur arched his back. The head of his cock, big at the best of times, swelled like helmet. He could feel Arthur's urgency build until he exploded and shot spurt upon spurt of warm, alkaline spooge into Merlin's hungry throat. He swallowed and swallowed and still Arthur came. His ass contracted around Merlin's finger as wave after wave of ecstasy hit him. Arthur thrust his hips into Merlin's face and pushed his head forward with his hand.
Simultaneously Merlin felt himself reach a height he had never experienced before as his cock literally exploded. He felt like he was losing his mind, as his heart, throat and stomach reached a climax together. He felt a deep joy well up inside of him. He had just sucked the life force from his Prince and the only tragedy was that Arthur would never know it. He would just have to make sure that he did it again when Arthur wasn't under a magic spell!
It was later the same day. Arthur walked around with a glow surrounding his pelvic area from the extremely pleasant orgasm he had in the morning. It felt like a load had been lifted from his body. If it weren't for the puzzling mental picture of him being sucked off by his annoyingly lazy servant, Merlin, he would say the day had started perfectly. He was also a little perturbed by the sudden awareness of almost everything that Merlin did in his vicinity.
He didn't obsess about it, as the men in Camelot were used to being robustly physical with one another. Merlin also often had to be quite intimate with Arthur in his duties, dressing him, rubbing his aching muscles after a fight or practise session, even bathing him, washing his back and the areas that he couldnt reach himself, or was too lazy to, for that matter. It's just that he never thought anything of it before.
He considered himself a normal, red-blooded male, and he had never even considered another man as an object of sexual fantasy, but the mental picture of Merlin sucking his cock that morning just refused to go away. His balls pulled up a little at the mere thought. As a result he started avoiding contact with Merlin whenever he could. At lunch he sent Merlin away to do something else entirely, to avoid having him wait on him at the table. Instead a servant girl saw to his needs and at least he could just eat in peace without being concerned that he would suddenly spring a boner when Merlin brushed against him. He did miss having him around because of Merlin's infallible humour and infectuous laughter made the serious business of defending a kingdom a bit more bearable.
Rumours were circulating that Morgana had somehow raised a huge army of the discontented and unafiliated. Camelot may appear to be a haven of fairness and light, but many had been hurt by some of the purges that Uther had initiated, and they wanted revenge. In their early morning meeting King Uther and Prince Arthur had strategised how to meet this latest challenge without allowing the danger to threathen the well-being of the Kingdom.
As usual the solution involved Arthur and some of his best, undertaking a small mission to infiltrate the ranks of the army to disable it from within. It would be a dangerous journey to start with, as Morgana's powers had grown exponentially since she no longer had to hide the fact that she could do magic, and under the expert tutelage of he sister Morgause and other dark and magical creatures she now had access to. It was rumoured that she had found a way to harness her powers to enlist the help of a huge range of cruel and terrifying creatures to ensure that her army of misceants had the best chance of success agains Uther, whom she hated for disowning her for most of her life.
Arthur was grateful that his sexual release earlier that day had put him in a good mood, as he considered the danger of the mission. Morgana's power over dark creatures rendered him and his band of brave knights extremely vulnerable. They could literally never be sure that they were unobserved since Morgana was rumoured to be able to literally see them through the eyes of any creature she controlled. It had been decided that Arthur and his closest knights would travel to see how bad the situation really was. Of course Merlin was to go as well, to make sure that the heir to the throne was taken care of.
Arthur was outwardly dismissive, being of the opinion that he was no different from any other knight, needing only to live off the land and being in a band of capable knights who knew how to take care of themselves. Nonetheless, Merlin was to be a part of the company and the young wizard resolved to endure the ribbing that he was destined to receive. After preparations had been made, they set off at midnight, to avoid the curious stares of onlookers and other possibly less benevolent onlookers. Merlin rode a mount which was closer to a donkey than a horse. He was used to being underestimated, since his gifts were usually bestowed behind the scenes and the recipients hardly ever knew who was responsible, rather attributing their success to their own expertise and luck.
The scene was a typical, cold and misty british isle evening. It was winter and the frost was already forming on the ground. Horses snorted in the moonlight, sending spurts of smoky breath cascading ahead of them. The riders were enshrouded in their cloaks to ward off the bitterly cold winter air, that threatened to leech every vesitge of warmth from their muscular male bodies. Where firm young manly butts rubbed well-worn saddles, the intimate contact between man and beast provided a reassuring link that spoke of purpose and determination.
Each knight scanned the surrounding forest for signs that they were being watched and every flick of a horse's ear served as a sign that there might be an enemy lurking in the shadows.
Merlin was getting drowsy and felt his head occasionally droop forward. He guided his horse to trot abreast of Arthur's mount.
"I have to take a leak!" He whispered urgently. He found the tension unbearable and responded as he had always done, with a weak bladder. His effort to avoid embarrassment by sharing his secret with Arthur were in vain.
"A leak? What are you, and incontinent old woman?" A disbelieving groan went up from the collective.
"Didn't you go before we left?" Arthur demanded.
"I did, but all this bouncing about on this horse has shaken everything loose in me. Plus I drank a lot of water because I didn't know when I would be able to drink again."
"For Pete's sake Merlin, we barely started out! If you have to go every half hour we will never reach our destination!"
"Give the man a break, Arthur," Lancelot quipped. "We're all on edge and to be honest, I could use a good piss myself."
Assenting murmers rose from all in the company and Arthur could only roll his eyes to the heavens.
"All right, piss break."
Any effort at secrecy and stealth seemed to have been abandoned. Every man, to the last one, pulled his horse up and dismounted in the pale moonlight. Merlin made as if to turn away from the road and take his cock out privately, but the knights stood in his way.
"No, Merlin, not so fast," said Lancelot. There's no need to hide your dick from us. We all have the same equipment!"
Merlin reluctantly turned back into what had now become a circle. All the knights stood with legs wide and fished their hoses out of their pants. Merlin really had to go so he didn't hesitate. His slender member was out and he closed his eyes as he released his bladder and the golden piss started to make its steamy way out of suprisingly long flacid cock. He opened his eyes shyly to see an aray of dicks all facing each other with varying expressions of relief and enjoyment on each face. All were uncut, and every one looked as individual as the man who extended it. Some men had their pants down all the way with their hairy balls hanging in the freezing air. Here and there a mean warmed his hands in the warm stream of piss and licked the golden fluid from his fingers.
A loud fart echoed from Arthur's direction and all erupted in a bawdy round of laughter. Merlin couldn't help noticing that Arthur's cock was chubby from the attention and was beginning to rise to the occasion.
"I challenge you all to a duel!" Lancelot had a particularly large and proud sword, that was dark and succulent looking in the moonlight. "Who will accept my challenge?" He pulled his foreskin back to reveal a dark purple, engorged cock head the size of a toddler's fist. His lips were moist and pouty as as he pushed his jaw and his hips forward to display his awesomely virile prick.
"I will defeat you in battle!" Arthur walked forward and he and Lancelot faced each other, their streams crossing in the moonlight. Merlin couldn't believe his eyes as the streams dried up and the men stepped closer to each other and began to fence with their erect members. Lancelot's dick was longer, but Arthurs was thicker and more stocky. Merlin's mouth went dry and his heart thumped in his chest. Laughter erupted from the men in the circle as they turned toward each other in pairs and followed suit. Most were erect by now and the game changed. Here and there a knight would spit into his hand to lubricate his throbbing sword. Merlin didn't quite know what to do so he made as if to turn back to his horse and fiddle with the saddle.
"Not so fast young squire!" Arthur shouted. "You started this fight so now you shall see it through!" He turned away from Lancelot and walked over to Merlin, his glistening knob leading the way. Precum oozed out of the pink head that caught the moonlight in a most alluring way. "Let's see who can finish first!"
Merlin couldn't take his eyes off Arthur's meat as the young prince's crown jewels appeared and disappeared in his practised hand. He felt saliva begin to build up in his mouth as he imagined his mouth enfolding the shaft and swallowing the entire length down his throat.
"Loser has to clean everybody's tackle of when we're done!" Arthur's breathless voice was joined by a chorus of masculine groans and grunts as each of the knights began to succumb to the pressure of their building orgasms. One by one they started to shoot into the circle, shining spurts of milky knight juice in arc after arc after arc of extasy. Some had come on their hands and licked the sticky globs off with obvious enjoyment. Only Merlin was left dry, not being able to perform so quickly in front of these paragons of Camelot manhood.
"Whoa there Merlin." He reached over and put his hand on Merlin's hand which enfolded his pleasure stick. "You lose. Put it away and start your loser's duty." Knight after knight stepped forward and proffered his still oozing dick for Merlin to suck clean. Merlin eagerly slurped the nectar off the softening members as he assiduously worked his own aching cock. Here and there he had to lick under the head and in the foreskin to make sure that all was sanitary and sparkling. He secretly wondered since when the knights had started exhibiting such free behavior, as he had never witnessed anything like it before. Then he remembered that he had not been out with them since Sir Gawain had joined the company.
Just then the aforementioned knight stopped forward and Merlin understood more. Gawain took the kneeling Merlin by the chin and roughly pulled him to standing. He looked him in the eye with a hungry glint in his eye and pushed his face forward to begin to suck some cum of Merlin'a cheek . With his thumb he caught up some just on the edge of Merlin's full bottom lip and transferred the glistening drop to his own hungry hole.
"No sense in wasting now, is there, my pretty Merlin?" Then he leaned forward and kissed Merlin roughly on the lips and let go, not before flitting his tongue between the boy's astonished lips.
The rest of the company had watched with bated breath, as the appearance of Gawain had introduced them to a while range of interesting experiences.
In the meantime Merlin had slowly been working his way to a climax. His breath started to quicken and it was clear that he was about to orgasm. All he could see in front of him was the glittering hazel eyes of this hunk of knight flesh.
"Hold that thought," Gawain hoarsely whispered. He quickly sunk to his knees and just as Merlin started to cum put his warm mouth over Merlin's swelling cock. His throat worked to take in the load a Merlin spewed spurt after spurt of thick man juice down the waiting knight's able throat.
Gawain stood up and roughly pulled Merlin to him.
"Here." He transferred some of the milky juice back to Merlin's mouth with his own hot tongue and loss in a kiss of masculine service.
Merlin felt light-headed and couldn't help himself. He fell to the ground with a thump.
"Merlin! Merlin! Are you all right? "
He opened his eyes to See Arthur standing over him.
"You fell off your horse you dimwit!"
It had all been a dream.
"I have to pee." said Merlin hoarsely. He stood up and held onto Arthur for support.
"Let's take a piss break! Merlin feel asleep on his fucking horse!"
As the knights dismounted they laughed and gratefully stretched their legs. Each man turned away from the circle and fished out his private parts. When they were done they remounted for the next leg of the journey.
"All that beautiful piss gone to waste," Merlin though wryly. Except it hadn't. As they turned to resume there journey, a shadowy figure appeared from among the trees and crept over to where Arthur had pissed only a moment ago. The figure took out a small flask and carefully scooped Arthur's golden liquid up and corked the precious fluid in the bottle.
In a cold hall far away, Morgana snickered with satisfaction. Her beautifully cruel red lips sneered, revealing her immaculate teeth. Her gorgeous navy blue eyes closed in satisfaction as she turned away from the basin of milky water in which she had observed the knighly spectacle. "So, your royal highness. Now that I have some of your juices, we'll see what good your brave expedition will do you!"
The company of knights disappeared into the murky night to fulfill their important assignment. Merlin felt the clammy residue of the wet dream he had while riding fast asleep in the front of his pants between him and the horse. He looked at sir Gawain with new eyes.
"Seems that there's more than one fish in the sea!"
______________________________________ End of part three. ..
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