The Idle Prince Has an Accident By Sasha Steele
"I need a massage to help me relax," the prince said. His dark black hair done in a small empire cone with a single long braid that hung almost to his waist, the prince pulled the braid to the front of him and slid the thin straps of the black dress he wore over his massive arms. Sitting down on the edge of his day-bed he turned his broad back to Anica. Prince Manakan's one-time muscular back had become smooth and soft from over indulgence and lack of exercise. Anica began below the jewelry around Manakan's neck working his thumbs in small circles into his master's soft golden-tanned skin, slowly moving his hands across and down his back to the shoulders and back straps of Manakan's black brassier.
Manakan stood, turned, then leaned hands and knees onto the day-bed, positioning himself on his belly so that Anica could continue the massage. When Manakan turned and lifted his huge leg onto the bed Anica saw that the prince had semi erection tenting his black panties beyond the hem of the loose skirt of his dress. The shiny black sandals the prince wore had five inches heels and open toes showing toe-nails painted maroon, the same colour as the nail polish on his long fingernails and lipstick on his full lips. The black straps of the sandal's crossed Manakan's smooth feet and buckled against the perfect skin of his thick ankles.
Manakan laid flat on his front, straightened his massive legs, spreading them somewhat apart, and rested his beautiful heavily made-up face on his soft arms. Anica undid the prince's brassier latched at mid back, and worked his hands down the soft skin on Manakan's back to his thick middle, massaging him there for several minutes.
"Do my rump, "Manakan said dreamily his eyes closed as Anica worked to relax him further.
The prince's huge rounded backside was only half covered by the flaring folds of the dress's skirt, as it was very short. Anica lifted the skirt completely from his master's backside marvelling at the fullness and beauty of Manakan's massive globular ass. The seat of prince Manakan's black panties sank into the deep crevice between his butt cheeks and covered their expanse upwards on angle to his broad hips. Anica felt the smoothness of his master's panties against his hands as he massaged his master's backside.
The prince had been lounging in the marble-pillared sanctuary in the garden near the lake, enjoying the solitude and beauty of the day. He did not want to be disturbed, but, as he had felt the urge to move his bowels, had sent for Anica so that his most favoured consort could attend to the prince's toiletries.
Because of his royal station attendants bathed and dressed prince Manakan. They did his hair, painted his nails, and applied his makeup. And they attended his toiletries. Manakan had never once drawn down his own panties. If he had to relieve himself during the night the prince would simply call for a chambermaid. Or, if not wanting the bother of of getting out of bed to use the royal toilet, would just pee through the silk panties of his nightie, or fill their seat if that was his need.
Many times Manakan would lay in his bed until the sun was high, awaking with a hard cock and urgent need to pee. At these times he might roll over and relieve himself through his silk panties while pressing his hardness into the soft mattress, or sit on the edge of the bed and simply let his pee flow through his panties into the lush carpet. The prince had wet and filled the seat of his panties on other occasions as well. It was especially convenient to do so when travelling, and at social functions when he did not wish to leave the gaiety of the party.
Manakan was used to the feel of wet panties, and fullness in their seat was of no great consequence because his feces, though usually quite large, were solid. Tightly packed and coloured a shiny dark brown they were befitting a prince. But, the length and thickness of the prince's motions, and the fact that they were solid, made passing them difficult. And any tenseness in his body made the prince's bowel movements all the more arduous.
The massage was working. Manakan had begun to relax. He could feel the fecal mass within him slowly moving toward his anal opening. To test it he held his breath bringing pressure to bear. His anal ring opened, then closed again as his poop slid back in.
Perhaps a goblet of wine will help me to further relax," the prince said.
Anica poured his master's wine, then did the latch of the prince's brassier back up as he was instructed. The prince sat up to allow Anica to draw the straps of his dress back to his massive shoulders, the tight front panel of the black dress not completely covering the lace cups of his brassier or its straps. Manakan's laziness and his over indulgence in food and drink had caused him to become soft and fat. If the king was here he would have confined the prince to a regiment of training to bring his weight back down, as he had done many times before and was about to do again. But the king had been away many months and prince Manakan savoured his extravagance.
Hairless of face and body Manakan liked how his features softened when fat, making him look more feminine with his dark mascara, eye liner, eye shadow, lipstick, and makeup. His face was fuller, more beautiful with slight double chin. And he adorned his pretty face with much jewelry. Black emerald studs completely rimmed his ears, there was one between his contoured eyebrows, two smaller ones each side of his face where his dark eyebrows turned upward, one in each nostril, and another on the lower lip of his pouting fish-like mouth.
Manakan stood to stretch. When he got up from the day-bed Anica saw that the prince's cock was now fully erect and standing straight out, its shape like that of a great key. Manikin's protruding stomach was soft to the touch but solid beneath so that the thin belt of his dress, the belt made of the same shiny black leather as his sandals, cut only slightly into its fat. The prince's paunch pushed his skirt, with its loose folds hanging down, out in front several inches further than it normally would have. Still Manakan's panties, drawn tight against the shaft of his hard cock, stretched a foot beyond the hem of the short skirt which lay delicately across it near the base.
The prince sat back down on the day-bed, and sipped his wine while he regarded Anica. Anica was very beautiful, and at times Manakan like to have him alone attend to his toiletries. He laid back down on the soft day-bed propped up on his elbows with his smooth plump, yet massively muscled, legs slightly spread.
"Continue," he ordered.
Again Anica lifted the short skirt away from the huge globes of Manakan's magnificent ass and continued to massage them through his panties while the prince sipped his wine. Even when returning from an imposed training camp in trimmer muscular condition the rearward globes on the prince's posterior were exceptionally large. Now, as fat as the prince had become, they were simply enormous. A few times Anica felt the prince tense as he tested his bowels. Soon he would order Anica to fetch his toilet.
The prince's royal toilet was made of the finest hardwood and ivory, decorate in gold and inlaid with jewels and emeralds. The soft padded seat was covered with the finest silk. The removable fecal tray on the upper shelf was pure gold, and the imported urinal vase was, in itself, worth a king's ransom. The prince would do his motion onto the golden tray while the vase would be place before him to pee in.
The prince had last used his toilet when it was brought to him in the garden two nights before. It was after a banquet were the prince had stayed long at the dining table. Manakan looked regal dressed in his finest clothing. He wore a long white silk gown that was tight fitted and split both sides to the hips. The front panel overlapped the rear panel so that, if one dared to examine the prince, would see the contour of his fat paunch and below it the cresent ridged bulge of his pantied cock. When the prince walked or sat down his smooth heavily muscled legs, clad in beige nylon stockings with embroidered tops, were exposed through the long side slits between the front and back panels of his dress. On his feet were white ankle strapped sandals with five inch ivory heels.
The straight neckline of the prince's gown plunged low on his fleshy male breasts and in back with spaghetti straps. The pretty lace cups and straps of his white brassier showed only slightly, and his plump upper chest was covered in white gold chains, diamonds, and white pearls. The fine-cut outer cloak the prince wore over his gown was beautifully embroidered in silk and beaded with lace and pearls. It was an open design with a rising collar, puffed shoulders and long sleeves that fit tight to his thick arms then flared to his heavily jewelled hands and diamond ringed fingers with their long fingernails polished silver-white.
On his head he wore a tiara of white gold and sparkling diamonds. His facial studs, ear studs, and earrings were all white gold and diamonds. Manakan's black hair was done up in elegant pompadour for his tiara with a long ringlet each side of his face and long curled tresses flowing down his back. His makeup was lighter, lipstick, and nail polish a silver-white.
His toilet brought to him after the feast, Manakan held out his arms for chamber maids to remove his cloak. He lifted the front panel of his gown allowing Anica, kneeling before him, to pull down his shiny white panties so that the prince could step out of them. With two chamber maids holding up the back panel of his gown out of the way Manakan sat down on his toilet. Anica held the prince's semi hard cock as he urinated in the priceless vase placed on the floor in front of him, while the prince softly grunted as he forced his bowels to move.
Laying on his day-bed in the garden sanctuary, Manakan ordered his toilet brought to him. "Quickly," he said, "I am close."
Anica did as he was bid leaving the prince lounging on his day-bed. No sooner had Anica left then Manakan felt his anal ring begin to dilate, and the prince realized that he was closer than he thought. His anal ring remained wide open as the large fecal mass moved slowly through it toward the seat of his panties, and was already pressing against their silken spandex material when Anica returned with two muscular chambermaids bearing the prince's toilet.
"Leave it," he ordered for the chambermaids to leave the toilet. "Hmmmf, fetch a fresh pair of panties, hmmmf," he grunted, and Anica sent them away. Arching his back the prince lifted his rear end and grimaced as he bore down to help move it along. "Hmmmf," he grunted again. As Manakan rhythmically drew his breath and bore down a tenting appeared in the seat of his panties under the curvature of his rounded buns near the top of his heavy thighs. The large fecal mass curled against the resistance of the material forming a lumpy ball in the seat of his panties that grew bigger with every effort until it was the size of a large orange.
Finished his bowel movement the prince caught his breath and got up from the bed, the bulge in the seat of his panties clearly visible below his short skirt. A chambermaid had returned with a fresh pair of panties. The prince dismissed him with a gesture, and the maid delicately pinched the sides of his own short skirt, lifted it, curtsied, then scurried away. The prince's cock was still hard and throbbing. He motioned Anica to him, lifted his skirt to allow his consort to remove his shit filled panties. Anica drew them from his master's broad hips, over his rounded backside, and then off the prince's erect cock causing it to jump.
Manakan got on the day-bed positioning himself down on his elbows with his backside in the air. Anica crawled in behind him lifting the prince's skirt from his huge ass exposing his pink ring deep in the cleft between his massive cheeks. Anica placed his hands on Manakan's enormous globes, spreading them to open him. Manakan felt his servant's hot breath and the warmth of his moist tongue as Anica started to cleaned him. Anica licked upward then entered his master moving his tongue around in circular motions. "Ssssssssssss," Manakan hissed. He felt the throb of his naked erection against his skirt, and he moaned.
Turning over Manakan lifted a heavy leg past Anica and took hold of his own beautiful cock, stroking it gently. He drew Anica onto him, shoving his cock into the servant's open mouth, and grasping him by the hair held him there as he masturbated. Manakan moved his soft bejewelled hand more quickly now, gripping firmer the thick shaft of his enormous erection. "Ahhhhhh," he breathed, his head tilted back and eyes closed.
Anica tasted his master's wonderful precum. He knew the prince was close to ecstasy now. Manakan's hand moved rapidly. "Ahh, ahh." He lifted his hips from the bed and pressed down harder on the back of Anica's head. "Ahh, ahh, ahh." Abruptly the rapid motion of prince Manakan's hand stopped. He trust up his powerful hips, and at the same time pulled Anica onto him with both hands pressing his hard cock deep inside of him. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Manakan moaned as his cock exploded its cum into Anica's throat.
"Ahhhh," Manakan breathed, slumping back onto the day-bed, and taking hold his cock milked every drop from it. Manakan withdrew his cock from Anica's mouth and held it there a moment or two. It had softened only slightly. Then he pressed it again to Anica's lips. Anica open his mouth taking the cock head inside. The prince brought pressure to bear on his bladder, and Anica savoured the heat and taste of his master's pee, cupping his lips so as to not loose a single drop.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," prince Manakan hummed as he urinated in his favourite consort's month. "Mmmmmmmmmmm."
His bladder emptied the prince once again withdrew his cock. He allowed Anica to clean him, then stood while Anica dressed him in a fresh pair of black panties, adjusting them on the prince's hips and in back, and adjusting his large semi-hard penis, which was its natural state, into their cock-pouch. The prince then dismissed Anica to fetch him some lunch and went back to idle away the time laying on his day-bed.
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