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Darius was deeply asleep as only an innocent boy of seventeen can enjoy. His blond curls lay damp against his silken pillow and he had thrown off his coverlet exposing his damp smooth body. Though he was not replete with heavy muscles as the gladiators, his chest and belly showed early development. Someday he would rival the statues along the long palace hall. Already he scoffed at the small worms at the juncture of their legs. His was larger and he even had tight curly blond hair as a crown for his manhood.
He began to slowly awaken. He stretched luxuriously feeling his rampant prong jumping with early morning sexual energy. Bascus, his body servant slept besides the bed, on the floor. He had been captured in Persia and was rumored to be of noble blood, a proper boy servant for a prince of Rome. The boy was the same age as Darius but was of very different appearance. While Darius shone white and blond with pink overtones, Bascus was brown eyed, tan skinned, but equally handsome in his Eastern way as Darius in his Roman way. The boy was destined to be hairy of body. Already faint hair showed on his chest and on his legs. Darius had never seen the servant's sex as was fitting, but he assumed the boy had a great bush of hair near his sex organ.
Darius's prong was now pulsing with hardness. He reached out a perfectly shaped foot and kickedBascus who awoke immediately, and cried hoarsely with sleep, "Yes master." Then noting the erected organ he nodded with comprehension. It was his duty each morning, if asked, to massage his prince's prick until it delivered its load of milky fluid.
Darius lay back, covering his upper body, arranging the coverlet so that only his organ was exposed. This was the usual practice as a servant must not gaze at the face of his master when the master was aroused. Quicky Bascus rose and kneeled beside the prince's bed, reaching out and touching the stiff, pale, smooth pole. He looked with admiration. It was a perfectly shaped cock. He looked down at his larger, darker organ, stiff with excitement, the tip beaded already with dew. He stroked the prince's prong using a feather touch. Darius moaned in pleasurably agony. "Yes, yes. Good." Bascus continued to lightly stroke the organ with one finger, enjoying the liberties he had and playing with it, his mouth watering with excitement. Suddenly a sharp blow on top of his head by the prince gained his attention. "Do not play with me. It's unseemly for a lowly servant. Do your usual morning job and be quick about it."
Bascus leaned forward inhaling the scent of the prince. It was delicious. That morning smell of damp hay, of green fields. He dare not dally. He grabbed the cock with his hand and began a slow motion up and down. He could hear the prince's breath coming from under the sheet. He was sighing and breathing hard. Bascus was thrilled to be the master at this moment. The young prince was his to control. He passed a thumb over the little hole at the end of the cock. The prince gasped at the new sensation. "Yes boy good, but go faster and harder."
Bascus tightened his grip and stroked faster. Then daring to add a new element to his duty he reached under the prince's round container for his testicles and tickled the underside. The prince stiffened and let out a loud bleat. "By the gods, you are sending me to paradise. You are a bad dirty boy but you are doing well in this."
Bascus often dreamed of continuing a little lower and touching Darius's nether hole. He had seen it occasionally when he bathed the boy. It was a pretty, pink, puckered hole, a boy cunt. He thought that it must be hot inside that secret place. He had examined his own hole by using a polished piece of steel. It was a dark ring with a slight growth of hair surrounding it. He thought it very sexy and wondered if anyone would ever verify it for themselves or would it remain his secret.
He turned his attention back to the heaving boy. His client was leaping with passion, his legs opening and closing. The breath coming from under the sheet was raspy and almost a moan. He could see that the hole in the prick was emitting a great amount of slimy and fragrant fluid. Some was on his hand. He licked it. It was honey-like. Suddenly Darius grabbed his hand. "I will be shortly delivering my royal milk. Are you ready?"
"Yes young master." This was the thrilling time for Bascus. He would catch all the fluid and rub it around on his body so as not to soil the silken sheets that came, at great expense and trouble, from far away Cathay. Then later, he would bring himself to climax, in private and mingle is milk with the royal essence.
The prince began to mewl loudly, his body heaving up and down. Suddenly he froze and all was still except for the prick that vigorous emitted stream after stream of warm milky cum. Bascus caught it all. There was so much this morning that he had to find new places on his body to rub it in, his arms, legs and arse were covered. He used his neck and finally his long black hair to deposit the flood.
Darius quickly resumed his superior role. "Boy, get out of here, wash yourself. You are disgusting. Return quickly to bath me and lay out my white robe as I have a visit with my father in a short time."
Bascus quickly rinsed and dried himself, filled a basis with warm water and grabbed a bottle of fragrant oil and asked admittance to the prince's room. He was bid to enter and found the prince rising from asleep, lulled by his resent activity. Bascus spread a cloth for the prince to stand on. The prince lifted his arms, to have his underarms washed, yawing widely. Bascus noted with interest that the boy now was sprouting curly blond hairs there. It seemed to have happened in a very short time. Then he realized that the prince's voice was deeper, more commanding. 'My master was becoming a man.'
The boy he washed was nearly perfect. The broad shoulders and narrow waste was symmetrical. This was a boy the sculptors would adore. Even his feet and legs were exactly like the statues in the palace hall. Bascus was told by the palace gossips that several noble senators wished to sponsor Darius into manhood but a royal prince could not do this. There would be sexual elements which Darius might enjoy but his lofty position denied him that. Bascus wondered when the prince would have a real sexual relationship with girl or man. At his age, male sex was usually prescribed. He finished the bath and helped Darius don his short skirt and loose top which displayed his excellent shoulders and arms.
As Darius requested entry to the King's compartment his noted that Baldin, the King's first minister was passing documents for the King to sign. The King was propped on many pillows, still resting in bed at this late hour. Darius never liked Baldin. The man was shifty and he felt that he had too much influence over the King. Cronius, the King was failing in health and his mind was occasionally unable to grasp reality.
As Darius entered, the King broke into happy smiles and waved the minister away. The sneaky one gathered his papers and slunk out, tarrying at the entrance to hear what passed between the two. When he determined that there was nothing if interest to hear, he left.
"Come closer, my son. Come, lay beside me." /The Kind stroked the boy's hair. "It is so much like your mother's hair, the same golden curls, and the smile, spicy, is like hers. Come lay against me. Let me pretend that you are my wife, gone these five years."
The old man pressed the boy against him. Darius could feel the large prick pushing against the back of his legs. He loved the King, his only parent, but he was not fond of being used this way when the King wished. Nevertheless he parted his legs and allowed the King's prong to slip between his legs, just under his ball sack. The King huffing and puffing fucked the boy finally shooting fluid and collapsing in exhaustion. Darius kissed the King on the cheek and slipped away.
Now the man Baldin was the enemy of the King and his heir, Darius. As long as the King was pliable he spared worry about Darius, but now that the King seemed not far from dying from physical and mental illnesses, he realized that Darius would be king and not a king he could manipulate. In fact, he was sure the boy would dismiss him. He decided that he must take action quickly. He summoned Zacius, a young pretorian who owed him many favors. Zacius was comely and loved young boys. He would throw the young prince to Zacius but not reveal who the boy was.
"Zacius," he began, using his knowledge of the prince's habits, "There is a young boy, about seventeen, blond, very beautiful, that I wish you to capture." Zacius wet his lips. The man was a voluptuary, very strong and viral, his tall frame was bulging with muscles and his attractive face was unbearded and smooth. He continued, "This boy dresses in plain brown robes and walks among the stall sellers in the forenoon. You need only attract his attention and you may capture him for your pleasure.
The following day Darius changed into mufti and wore a simple headdress that concealed his butter yellow hair. Bascus watched him dress with gleeful amusement. "Thou looks like any tradesman, all royal signs have been eliminated." But he thought that naked a royal is no different that a slave.
Meandering idly among the stalls laden with fabrics, foodstuffs and cheap jewelry he failed to notice a sinister figure following him. Darius walked deeper into the maze of stands finally arriving at a darker area. He paused to rest a moment and at that instant all went black as an opaque sack fell over his body. He was lifted by strong arms and thrown over a broad shoulder like a sack of grain. Zacius grunted under the weight but managed to carry the load for several hectare distant to a previously prepared hut. He deposited the wrapped body on a rug and unwrapped his victim. Darius emerged, red with anger. "You fellow, you will be killed instantly when the king learns of your infamy. Do dare mistreat the body of a prince of Rome?"
Zacius threw back his head in peals of manly laughter. Darius, in spite of his fury, couldn't help but notice the strong white teeth and the muscular cords in the strong neck. Zacius stood with powerful legs apart, hands on hips regarding the boy. "You are surely a pretty fellow. If it will make you happy I will call you prince."
He bent down and with one motion ripped the cheap garments from the boy's body and threw off the headpiece. "Beautiful hair, the color of the sun. And that white skin. You lad have had an easy life. " He patted the boy's ass. "Pert and strong and the opening virginal and wanting my weapon I trust."
Darius slapped and pushed the soldier's hand away. "Stop at once. You insult me." But something about the rugged man towering over him make him weak. He began to long for the strong hand of a real man instead of the boy who slept on the floor each night. He could see viral hair growing on the back of Zacius's hand and the sight made him weak.
Zacius petted the boy's cheek and tickled the tits on his smooth chest. Darius flinched and reddened but his cock betrayed him as it began to rise. Zacius did not fail to notice the unruly cock. "Oh boy, you are already filling with desire for me. I will have you with your acceptance or I will rape you anyway. Make your choice." He took hold of the rapidly rising cock that seemed to find stimulation in the bold words of the twenty-five year old man. He stroked it strongly and in a moment the organ sweated drops of excited liquid. "Oh yes, you are a hot one. Look my cock is already stiff with anticipation." He inserted a bold finger into Darius's ass encountering the resistance as Darius squeezed it shut. Zacius swat him with an open handed blow on the left ass cheek. Immediately the hole opened and the blunt finger entered. It was an inquisitive digit and it searched for that special spot that Zacius had discovered in other boys he had fucked. He knew if found and rubbed, it left them defenseless and slathering for sex. Yes that was it. Darius cried out and asked what he was doing. The older man knew he had found it. He continued steady rubbing and soon Darius was drooling with desire.,
The muscular Zacius lifted the boy easily and leaned him over a table, exposing his luscious backside to the room. Darius sensed what was coming. He began begging and weeping. "Please do not defile me. If it is money you want, I will give you a thousand gold coins. Zacius was deep in lust and barely hear the boy's pleas. He put the dripping cockhead against the resisting asshole and pushed gently. Suddenly the ring opened and the head entered. Darius was howling with pain and fear, his back dripped sweat. Zacius scooped up some sweat and dribbled it on the shaft of his long organ enabling it to slowly enter the steaming interior. Now he stopped and caught his breath. Darius began to feel a hot sensation around his ass and hips and a delicious fullness like nothing else he had ever experienced. He found that he was drooling spit in excitement and had been moaning like an animal. "Move in and out, I beg you."
Zacius laughed loudly. "Proud no more. You are like all the bitches wanting my cock in them fucking them with hard strokes. Well here it is. Your wish will be fulfilled." He took a deep breath and began a slow in and out motion. Darius was panting with the thrilling feeling he was experiencing.. Now he cried for harder fucking. He was now a woman, his ass a cunt. He didn't care, he had to have more.
Now Zacius felt his climax approaching. He began a furious pounding of the boy's soft rump, reaching around and pinching the tender nipples. Darius was beside himself. Suddenly he felt that feeling coming over him. The feeling of vibrations in his hips. He knew that he would spew milky cum in a moment. Zacius felt the boys body preparing for a cum. "Yes sweet youth. Give into it. Your cumming will make my offering even more thrilling."
Darius cried out and his body locked. His ass hole fluttered in orgasm and he howled his cries. Zacius felt those locking tremors and it brought him to a unbearably violent orgasm. He fell over the boy's back, completely exhausted.. Darius slithered out from under him, grabbed the dagger in the nearby scabbard and stabbed the almost unconscious pretorian.
Quickly he donned his uniform and hastened back to the palace.
Oh Zeus. What bitter news awaited him. King Cronius was dead and Baldin had assumed the regency. Darius snuck to his quarters and found Bascus badly beaten lying on a rug in the corner. He lifted the slave's head, offering water. Bascus opened his eyes in amazement. "Dear Darius, they told me you were dead."
"Here I am, very much alive, but I have been abused and even now the seed of that devil I killed is seeping out of me. Oh the shame. But we must act quickly. I must bathr and put on my robes of state and face Baldin and banish him.
He entered the main chamber of the house. It was filled with nobles and other people of the senate and the court. Darius's entrance in full regalia, his slave following, holding his train cause all to gasp and fall away allowing him to enter. He took the old king's crown that was waiting to be put on the usurper and placed it on his own head. As a man, the entire assemblage fell to their knees and declared him the king. Baldin cowered in the corner. A few guard grabbed him and took him away.
That evening Darius lolled on his bed, tired but the long day. Bascus rested nearby in case he might be needed. "Do you wish fruit or wine your majesty." He giggled at the new title. When it was refused, he asked "Do you need a relaxing massage?" Again it was refused. Finally Darius laughed, drew his coverlet over his head, bared his lower torso and waited, his cock already thickening.
"Oh thanks my master. I will attend you." And he applied a loving hand to the hot organ.
And Darius speaking from under the covering, spoke warmly to the slave. "I free you this instant. You no longer have to perform that act for me. But if you will, I will turn my body around and you will also feel my hand on your prick."
"I would rather be a slave and pleasure you than a freeman denied the thrill. He resumed his loving stroking and soon Darius was humming with pleasure. The slave jumped as he felt the royal hand grasp his own hard cock and began mirroring the slaves motion. In a short time the two youngsters felt their unstoppable orgasm approaching and gave way to the mutual pleasure then fell asleep in each other's arms.
End