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I started my life feral. I was the last born of a poor family in the kingdom. My mother had too much to tend to, to pay me any mind. My father was only interested in putting food on the table, and couldn't be bothered with his offspring till they were strong enough to help work the land. My father told me he spat on the floor and refused to hold me when I was born. I was the runt of his litter, and forbade anyone to call me anything else.
To survive, I had to learn to fend for myself. By six, I'd spend long periods in the woods, trapping and gathering. I stole from farms at night, wondered into town where I begged and picked the pockets of those foolish enough to pay me no mind. By eight, I no longer came home. I built a small shelter in a remote part of the woods and fended for myself. I eked out my survival with no help from anyone.
It was early morning, the sun was barely rising in the sky, what t changed things. I was still sleeping in my make shift home when they arrived. They crept in under the cover of the morning mist. They slipped a rope around my feet. I was startled awake by the scraping of my body across the ground. I clawed the ground, hissing and snarling. The dragging stopped. I went into action, flipping over, ready to claw and fight my way free.
I found myself at the business end of one of the king's men's sword. "Who are you boy? Where are your parents?" He sneered with his high class voice. "Answer me." He pressed the point into my chest for emphasis.
"Big man, dragging an unarmed homeless boy from his bed at dawn then pointing a sword at him." I snarled back, knocking the blade aside. The men surrounding us chuckled at my impetuous.
Anger flooded his face as he drew his hand back to strike me. "Why you insolent..."
I flinched, ready for the strike but his words and actions were halted by a voice no older than mine. "Captain! Stop!" A young man of regal quality rode forward. "Hold fast. He answered the question, though it was not in the fashion you liked." The smartly dressed man boy jumped down from his steed with ease. "Boy, how long have you been here?"
I looked up at the boy I could never be. His crystal brown eyes showed compassion. I'm not sure why, but I trusted him. "This is my second summer, sir." I wasn't sure why I had added the title, but I felt that I had too. He stood straight and tall, commanded respect. "I've been on my own most of my life."
"Sir, you know the law, he's obviously poaching the royal land." The Captain stepped forward and I sneered at him.
"Captain," the charismatic boy held up a hand to silence him before he could proceed, "these lands were just gifted to me by my father, the King. He stated everything on them were mine, and mine alone, is that not right?"
"Yes, sire." Answered the Captain.
"This child is on my land, is he not?" He gave me a sardonic grin.
"Yes, sire." The Captain was confused on the trail of thought.
"Therefore, by that logic, the child is mine, and I can do with him as I wish." He gave me a self-satisfied grin. "Since he is wild, feral even, I wouldn't call him a child nor would I call him a beast." The Prince started walking around me, studying me. I followed him with my eyes. "I have the perfect plan for my property." He stood straight up and addressed his men. "We shall take him back as my pet. Tie him up and bring him along with us back to the castle where I will break the beast to be my docile pet."
The men looked around, unsure. "You heard the Prince!" Bellowed the Captain. Two men quickly dismounted, unsure of how to approach me. I hissed and swung my arms out at them. I was no one's pet, not even the Prince's. The two grabbled with me, tying my hands before me. I tried to bite at my bonds, but the rope was too thick for my young mouth.
I was tied to the Prince's horse, my feet freed to allow me to keep up. I was trotted back to the castle, dirty and hungry, in just my loin cloth I had for covering my nasty parts. It was a long journey back and the Prince took special care to ensure I was not being drug by the horses. We arrived back with much fan fair. The Prince order that I be taken to his chambers and a bath be drawn.
The Captain took my bonds, and I feared, looking back at the Prince as I was led away. I was practically dragged through the castle passages, deep inside, everyone standing to the side as we passed. I was lead deep into the castle till I was pulled into a chamber. "The Prince may trust you, but I do not." The Captain's bitterness was quite evident as he drug me to the magnificent bed and tied me to one of the four posters. "You will wait for the Prince, here. If I find you lurking about the castle, I will kill you on the spot."
I slunk down onto the stone floor, awaiting my fate. Handmaidens came and went, bringing and filling a tub with scolding hot water. None paid me any attention, as if seeing some poor urchin tied to their Prince's bed was nothing new. They disappeared out the door leaving me and the full steaming alone in the room. I looked around the torch lit room, feeling out of place in the regal room.
Time passed slowly as I sat waiting, tethered to the bed. When the door creaked, I expected another servant or the Captain come back to slit my throat. I found myself happy to lay eyes on my savior captor, the Prince. He said nothing as he crossed the room to me. His face was stern, but his eyes were soft. He caressed my chin before freeing me. I stayed seated on the floor.
"I have spoken with my father." I looked up hopeful. "Because the land is mine, he will abide by decision. You must decide though, be my servant pet, or be put to death for poaching." I was about to answer when he spoke again. "Be aware that you will be worked harder than any of my soldiers, and treated no better than the dogs in the kennel."
"I'll be your servant pet." I answered without a second thought. "I did not have much of a life before you, and you spared it. My life is yours, to serve and die."
"Come," he pulled me to my feet, "let's get you cleaned." He took me to the bath and began removing his clothes, I admired his toned build, feeling inadequate as I removed my sole covering. He stepped into the now warm water, and he beckoned me to join him. "Come on, pup, you cannot get clean out there." I tentatively step in the warm water. My Prince, my master, washed the filth of my old life away.
I was renamed Rex. I slept on a pile of furs at the foot of his bed. I trained with all the King's master fight instructors. Not a one was allowed to lay a hand on me. All punishment was doled out by my Prince. He would take me back to his chamber, place me across his knee, lift the animal skin wrap, exposing my bare buttocks and swat my ass till it was red and I was crying.
I would sit at his feet, while he ate, fed table scrapes from my Lord's plate. I was fitted with a leather collar, the king's crest predominantly displayed. When I was not training, the Prince led me around by a leash. I sat in with all of his tutors, learning alongside him. On some nights, he would pat the bet and I'd climb in, snuggling close to him. Those were my favorite moments, me curled up in his bed, him rubbing my stomach.
By our eighth summer together, we had both grown from the scrawny boys to muscled young men. Prince Lawrence kept my shaggy sandy brown hair cut short. I was naturally smooth and bronzed in the summer sun. I was deadly with my hands from all the training which also covered my body in bulging hard toned muscles. I wore only my loin cloth and shoes around the castle and soon all those in the castle grew accustomed to my nakedness.
Prince Lawrence grew into his regal claim. He was fair and hair the color of the night sky that fell to his ears. He sported a full beard that he meticulously kept trimmed short. I would secretly lust after his toned strong tone chest that hat the hint of hair covering it. He hid it all away behind clothing that belied the sexy form underneath and firm buttocks underneath.
The first time I proved myself to my Prince was a wintery night. I heard the door creak open. Two men, assassins came to kill my Prince. I left their bodies, bloody and broken, snapping their necks with ease. The King and the Prince gave me high praise that night. After that I was not fed table scraps, but my own meal, still at my Prince's feet, as I preferred.
After bathing that night, Prince Lawrence locked the door to his bed chambers. I was slipping on my wrap and preparing for my slumber at the foot of his bed. The Prince stood before me, still naked from the bath. He cupped my face. "You're so beautiful." I leaned into his hand. "Watching you all these years becoming the fierce warrior and gentle man has done something to me." He took my hand and placed it on his jutting cock.
He pulled my head to his and the first time our lips touched. Electricity shot through me as his tongue invaded my mouth. His hand released mine. I left it on the thick nine inch snake. He moved his free hand up my thigh, under my cloth and fondled my ass. I started stroking his cock, amazed at the thick hardness of it. He pushed be back onto the bed, laying me down. "I knew you'd like this." He smiled, breaking the kiss. His hand went to my crotch, squeezing my own hard six inches.
"We shouldn't be doing this." I quietly fought back, my fingers tracing the taunt muscles of his back. His lips covered mine. I kissed him. His hand ran over my chest, over the defined pecs, the ridged bumps of my abdomen. His touch was different from when we bathed. It was soft, curious, wanting. I gasped when he pushed aside my meager animal skin covering, taking my cock in his hand.
"Your voice says we shouldn't," he stroked me, touching me as no one, not even myself had, "but this says we should." I gasped as he continued his slow methodical pump. "I am your prince, you are my property, and I say we should." He leaned in close to my ear, flicking his tongue over my lobe. "Are you disobeying your prince?"
His hand left my cock, moved down between my legs and began stroking my hole. "No, my Lord, I would never." I gasped. I spread my legs allowing him further access. "I am yours to do with as you please." I grew embolden. I reached over ran my hands up and down his dick. "I understand you need practice with your spear... I volunteer for target practice."
He said nothing, just sprang to action. His body covered my, my legs spread without thought. He pinned my arms above me. I was the man beast but he was the animal. He dove into my hairless pit. I moaned, a sound I had never remembered making. His tongue slathered my pit, pausing only to kiss, then returning to its mission. I ground my hips mercilessly against him. He flicked his tongue against the musky skin then moving to the other.
I stifled my groans as best I could, not wanting to alert the guards outside to the goings on. "Sire, you're torturing me." I pleaded in a horse whisper. He continued his relentless worship of my pit. I shook from the stimulation that he shot through me. I knew I could over power him, but held fast to his hold one me. "Mercy, please."
His face shot up, inches from my face, his cock sliding along my perineum. "I had the tower cleared of people, for my safety and privacy." He gave me an impish grin. "No one can here you moan." He pecked my lips. "Hear you groan." Another kiss. "Hear you scream my name when you shoot your load." I let out a low whimper at the thought.
The Prince moved down to my nipple, the small brown nub, a toy he nursed, trying to pull milk from them. He painted my nipple with his tongue, long slow brushes, up and down, side to side, around and around. "My Lord!" That signaled him to start on the other. He let go of my arms, but I held them where they lay. His hands slowly ran along my side, fanning the heat inside me.
He work his hands down to my cloth, undoing the knot that held them, exposing my spewing cock. He kissed down my stomach. He stopped when my cock hit his chin. He looked up at me with mischievous eyes. I was panting with pleasure. I implored him with my eyes to allow me to rest just a bit but he would not give quarter.
He flipped me over with ease. He crawled up my body, his dick nestled comfortably in my crevice. He turned my head to the side, gently biting my ear. "You belong to me. You are mine to enjoy." He slid his cock between my cheeks. "You are mine to reward and to punish." He pulled me back against him. "However I see fit." He bit down on my neck. I cried out in pleasurable pain. "Tonight I reward you with what you've always wanted, since I first laid eyes upon you in those woods so long ago."
"Please, Sire!" I begged gyrating my hips beneath him. "Give me what I always wanted." My voice was soft and demur, a far cry from the commanding snarl those who crossed me learned to fear. "I am yours, and only yours, then, now and always." The Prince slithered down my body. He took hold of my muscled back side, his hand digging into the hard mounds. He spread them, blowing cool air in.
I clawed the bed when his tongue swirled around my puckered hole. I had never thought of such and act. My mind reeled from the stimulation. I felt his tongue poking and prodding me, opening me up. His tongue pierced me, fucked me. I moaned uncontrollably, "My Lord! My Prince! I am yours to command!" This only served to fuel his naughty talents, jabbing his tongue into me further and deeper. "Please, sire, give your humble servant the opportunity to show his gratitude."
He paused, pondering it for a moment. He delved a finger into my now moist hole. I felt him push in to the soft flesh cave. "If I would have known your ass tasted so good, I would have been eating it all this time." He kept running his finger around inside me. "I like playing in it." He slipped a second finger into me. "I think I'll play in it more often."
He gave my ass a hard slap and removed his fingers. He climbed up to the head of the bed. He wagged his nine inch rod before me. He pulled back the skin, showing the glistening drop on top. "I think my pet is hungry." My mouth watered at the site before me. "Does doggy want his bone before bed?" I shook my head, entranced. "Come on boy, come on. Show your master how much you love his bone." I scurried up to his waiting treat.
I marveled at it. I scooted up beside him, laying my head on his taunt belly. His hand petted my head encouragingly. "Go ahead, baby, put it in your mouth, show me how much of that bone you can choke down." I took it in my hand, bringing it to my lips. His hand left my head and began stroking my ass, slowly moving towards my hole once more. I licked the tip, the flavor exploded across my mouth. I worked the head in my mouth and my Prince moaned low and deep.
I felt his hand on the back of my head, lightly pressing down. "Do you like your treat?" I wagged my ass in affirmation. He continued thrumming my insides. I moved my mouth along him, my tongue wrapping around like a vine. "My good boy wants his bone every night, doesn't he?" I shook my tail again for him, choking down his cock. "Such a good boy, trying to swallow your master's meat."
I humped the bed, pushing up against his fingers. I could hear my Prince moan while I tried to swallow him whole. His and fisted my hair, holding my head in place. He thrust his hips up, battering the barrier to my throat. I coughed and gagged as he broke through, his arrow now resting in its new quiver. I panicked, my nose buried deep in his cock nest. I relaxed, inhaling deep his regal scent. He pulled me back, his dick slathered in my spit. He shot forward again, his aim was true, and again I felt the soft curls pressing against my face.
He continued to use my throat as he saw fit. I was honored to be his instrument of satisfaction. My throat grew raw, but I eagerly continued, the taste of his royal fluid filling my mouth. "Such a good and talented boy." My Prince's words were encouragement to continue allowing him to plunder my throat. "My boy loves his bone, loves his Prince, doesn't he?" My ass humped back enthusiastically against his prying fingers.
"I think it's time to bury the bone." He pulled me back, leaving just the tip in. My tongue swirled around the hooded tip, sopping up the residual flavors. His fingers slipped from my stretched cavity. I felt the playful smack on my ass. "Assume the position." I reluctantly released his cock as he slide off the bed. I made to follow, but he stopped me. "On the bed. Face the headboard." I moved to the dog position, all fours. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pull something from the nightstand before taking up position behind me. He slid his cock along my cleavage. I mewled with desperation. He slapped his cock against one cheek then the other. "Are you ready to bury your bone?"
"Yes!" I howled.
"Answer correctly." He playfully smacked my ass.
I almost misspoke when I let out a might, "Woof."
"Good boy." I heard the smile in his voice. I expected him to thrust forward, impale me on his spear, but a cool liquid dribbled down my cheeks. I felt his fingers push the liquid in me. I pushed back as the slick fluid followed his fingers inside me. The sensation was strange, exotic and oh so wonderful. I felt so empty when they left me to slick himself up. "Relax, boy."
I felt the tip press at my quivering hole. "Let me do the work, just relax." I did as he commanded, doing my best to quell my excitement. It lined his spear on my bull's eye. I felt the gentle press and with pain and pleasure. He stayed, the tip of his spear in me, allowing me to adjust to the new found use of my body for him. "Breath. Relax." He stroked my buttock. I squeezed his cock lightly with my anus, and he pressed forward.
Slowly I felt him filling me. My legs shook as he ran me through with his cock. I legs and arms quaked as he slide across something in me. "My Prince! My God!" I howled, my arms giving way, my face landing on the soft bedding. "Please, my sire, don't stop!" I begged as I felt the press of his hips on my ass. His hands gripped my hips. He pulled back, but just a bit, the bliss flowing over me.
My legs spread, my cock dragged against the bedding. My Prince slowly pulled from me and then just as the head was about to break free, he sank right back into me. "My boy, Rex." He spoke sweetly. "Your ass was made to hold my cock, to bury your bone in." He continued his slow push and pull into me. With each pass, I felt the unusual sensation building into me.
I could not speak, could not do much more than moan as my Lord took what was rightfully his all those years ago. His pace slowly quickened. The sound of flesh against flesh reverberated in my ears. I clutched the bedding, my Prince's fingers dug into me. I felt him fiercely thrusting in me, his hips pounding against my muscled flesh. I could feel the need in me surge forth. His as well seemed to boil forth.
Without word nor conviction, in one fell swoop, I was laid upon my back, Prince Lawrence never breaking a stride in mounting of me. My legs were now penned to my chest, his eyes, still a beautiful as the day we met, looked deep into mine. His lips covered mine and we once again shared our mouths as lovers. He thrust his spear into my meaty insides, harder, deeper. I felt the unknown bliss escalate in me.
He broke the kiss momentarily. "You are mine, now, forever and always." He bit my bruised lip, his scruff beard dragging across my smooth skin. He sat up right, his eyes raking over my body. He gripped my ankles, spreading me like a wish bone. "Your cock." He huffed, sweat glistening off his body in the fire light. "Jack it."
I did without hesitation. I stroked myself as I had stroked him, my eyes locked with his. He continued to push deep into me. "I am going to spill my seed in you." His face screwed and I felt the warm sensation of him sowing his seed into my field. Soon, I myself, with him still buried full hilt into, began spilling my own seed upon my barren stomach.
My Prince dropped my legs to either side of him, his limp spear, slipping from my field. His body collapsed upon mine, his arms taking me, held them close. His mouth found mine. I found my senses, taking him in my grasp. He stroked my hair. Pulling back with a light hearted chuckle. "I've wanted to kiss that mouth since I first laid eyes on it."
I smiled snuggling close. "Woof, my Lord."
Many a night after that my Lord gave his pet his bone to bury, even after he married and took a Queen. I served my Prince for many years, dispatching many a man for challenging his honor. His Queen bore him two children that I protected fiercely as if they were my own. In the end, with his passing, I was buried at his feet, taking my life the night I he passed. I could not stand to be apart from him in life, nor in death.
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