Once Upon a Time

The Loving Prince

Once upon a time, in a land far away to the East, there lived an ordinary king named Michael Addixionus Covidicus. He wasn’t an evil king, but he did have vices that he did his best to keep hidden. After a week of hunting with his favorite hunting companion, a man well endowed with tools that complemented his hunting skills, the king headed home. On his way back, the king reminisced about watching the huntsman use his tool as well the times that the king himself got to use the huntsman’s tool.

Needless to say, the king took a wrong turn and was lost in the Deciduous Forest of Pleasure, a place known to be filled with all sorts of fairies. He traveled for a through the night, and on the morning of the next day, he was quite hungry and cold. Fortunately, he spotted a small cabin in a clearing, and he hurried there for help. As he approached, he saw a naked young man emerge from the cabin and head toward a small brook that ran at the edge of the clearing. The man was quite fit indeed, with well-defined muscles, a mildly hairy chest, arms, and legs. His skin was golden tan in appearance, and between his legs a moderately sized penis moved back and forth in front of a longer than average scrotum that contained average-sized testicles.

The king was aroused at once and forgot his hunger and fatigue. “Ahoy, there, my beautiful man.”

The naked man stopped and turned. He recognized the king, and because he had heard rumors of the king’s forest activities, he grabbed the towel he had hanging from a nearby tree in preparation for his morning bath. Quickly covering himself, he took a step toward the king. As he could tell the king was riding incognito, he did not let on that he knew the identity of the man on the horse.

“My, my, Young Man, you are quite the specimen of manhood. I need assistance in finding my way back to the Castle Lustly. If you are able to reward your king with such information, I can reward you with several thrusts of my manhood.”

“Ah, sire. I have heard of the Castle of which you speak, but alas, this part of the forest is not part of your kingdom. While I will willingly assist you in finding your way home, I do not merit the joys of your manhood. If there is someone in your company of lesser rank than you, I will take that as my recompense.” That was the young man’s kind way of saying that he did not find the king attractive in the least.

“That will be difficult to manage,” said the king, “as there is no one of lesser rank with me.”

“Then perhaps you will send the first person who greets you when you arrive home to come live with me so I won’t be alone.” The young man smiled and bowed his head. “Of course, should someone under age be the first, please wait until he reaches adulthood before sending him.”

What the king did not realize is that the young man was a high ranking fairy and was even at that moment using magic to bend the king’s will.

The king was at first quite angry at this man’s refusal of him, but he withheld his anger. He remembered that the first person to greet him was always the old man called Wrinkles, who was in his nineties. The king smiled thinking of the young man’s face when he would lay eyes upon the elderly gentleman with the shriveled tool. With that thought, and the fairy’s weak magic, the king acquiesced. “It seems that I would be the victor of that bargain, but I will do as you ask. May I tell him your name?”

“How rude of me, sire. I am Harding Lasts, sir. People just call me Hard.” The young man smiled and bowed again.

“Yes,” said the king, “I can see why they would.”

“Let me get you started on your way.” Harding led the king about two miles east until they came to an old road. “Your castle is that way, sir. And if you will look at this tree, you will see the sign that has the initials ‘HL’ on it. That sign points to my humble abode.”

“Of course, I will keep my promise.” The king rode off.

Harding smiled and walked back to his cottage. He could have unfolded his wings and made the trip in less time, but he enjoyed his walks in the woods, and he was in no hurry. He knew that it would be many months before the arrival of his next visitor.

King Michael wore a smug look as he approached his castle. That young man knew I wanted him, but instead of having a king’s rod pleasuring his tunnel, he’ll have a worthless, shriveled man to feed and take care of. The king laughed as he approached the entrance to Castle Lustly. He noticed several figures drawing up to the opening, and froze in terror as his only son emerged first.

“Nooooo,” he cried as he slumped from the horse. Another young man, close in age to his own son and known as Smallpox Andrew because he was ravaged by smallpox as a child, caught the king as he fell to the ground. The king was inconsolable as they brought him into the dining hall. A feast was taking place as one was always thrown when he arrived back from the hunt. This one had started the day before, as that was the day he was expected, but since everyone knew he sometimes wanted extra ‘practice’ with the huntsman’s tool, no one was worried about his late arrival.

The king sat in his chair next to the great fireplace as everyone danced and gorged themselves on pheasants, goose, and pork. He would speak to no one. Finally the bishop came, and the king agreed to sit with him. The king told the bishop what had happened and his promise to send the first person out of the castle to live with the man in the clearing.

The bishop thought for a while and said, “He doesn’t know who came out first. Send the second boy. He’s ugly and no one around here will miss him. From what you told me, we just need to wait until he is eighteen, and that is not far off.”

“You have saved me a lifetime of sorrow, my dear Bishop.” The king smiled. The two men set about making plans to send the boy to the forest on his eighteenth birthday.

What neither realized is that the young Prince Hairy Lustworth Tighthole heard their entire conversation. He was a young man of high standards. He knew that he could not allow someone else to take his place. Poor Smallpox Andrew had suffered enough in his life. The truth be known, Prince Hairy was in love with Andrew, but he had never told him. He was worried that his father would send Andrew on a dangerous mission. At least he got to see Andrew every day . But this latest news changed things. The prince was not sure what to do. He and Andrew were the same age and would turn eighteen in four months. He would have to come up with a plan before his birthday.

Two weeks before his birthday, Prince Hairy told his father that he wanted to visit the huntsman as part of his turning into an adult. His father readily agreed. “The huntsman can train you, and then I can join the two of you in a week to complete your training,” said his father.

The suggestion made the prince sick to his stomach. His plan was to travel with Andrew and then substitute himself, which wasn’t really a substitution as he was the person who should rightfully travel to the clearing.

The morning after his birthday, he heard his father giving directions to Andrew. “Wait up,” the prince shouted. “I shall walk with you. You can keep me company until you need to leave me to complete your task. He hurried with his horse and stood by his friend.

“My son, Andrew has an important task to fulfill. Do not delay him. He can only accompany you part of the way.”

The young men began walking on the road out of the village, and once they reached the first bend in the road, Hairy asked, “Typical of my father, isn’t it Andrew?”

“I’m sorry, sire, I do not understand.”

Hairy put his hand on Andrew’s shoulder. “Did my father tell you what you were to do?”

“He told me that I was sold to a man who saved the king.”

“Let me tell you the truth. But first, I want you to sit in the saddle. I’ll ride behind you.”

Once the two men were on the horse, the prince told Andrew the entire story. “What I need to know is whether you want to continue traveling on the road and begin a new life in another land, or do you want to see whether the man to whom I now belong will allow you to live there as well.

“Honestly, my prince, I would prefer to live with just you. Even though I am ugly, I’ve been in love with you since coming to live in the castle. I would gladly have taken your manhood within me had you asked me at any time. I would do it now or any time in the future, but I fear that the obligation must be met.”

“Andrew, if I had only known. I have desired you as I have desired no other, but it’s true that there is an obligation to fulfill.”

“Do not say these things to me to be kind, dear sweet Prince Hairy, for I know that my face is repugnant from the scars that have long afflicted me.”

“You are not ugly to me. The scars may hide your beauty from some, but not me. If I am rejected by the man from the glen, we will search out the huntsman. Perhaps he will hide us until my father's time has ended. Let us speak no more of it, as your proximity and these words are causing a discomfort of hardness for me and a calming resolution is not possible at the moment.”

“As you wish, sire.”

The two men rode in silence until reaching the sign in the road. They turned in the direction of the sign, and as the sun was beginning to dim, the small clearing with the cottage came into view. As they dismounted, Harding Lasts appeared as though from nowhere.

“Greetings. The king from Castle Lustly has kept his word. Which of you is the one sent to me?”

Both young men answered, “I am.”

“Surely, he has not sent me two such well endowed men to spend their lives with me.”

“I am the one he sent,” said Smallpox Andrew.

Harding looked over at Hairy, “So, you have been untrue in your words.”

“No,” shouted Hairy. “While it is true that my father sent Andrew to live with you, I was the first one out of the castle on that day. I am the one who should spend my life with you.” Hairy noted Harding’s beautiful body and skin, yet they did not diminish his love for Andrew.

“I see,” said Harding. There is a deception playing out here. And you, Andrew, were a willing participant.”

“Only because of my love for Hairy. Please sir, send him away.”

“No,” said Hairy, “keep me and allow Andrew to have the life he deserves.”

Harding stood before them; he stretched his hands to the side. “I cannot.” With those words, there was a sudden flash of golden light. The cottage had changed into a large fortress of granite. “You see, the love you share is stronger than my need for a companion, and the curse set upon me by the evil warlock Ballsalot has been broken. This is now your kingdom. This is your castle. Long live Kings Andrew and Hairy. Explore your realm and share the kindness you have for one another with your subjects.”

As they watched, Harding became more and more difficult to see, until he was no longer there. From the ground, several foot soldiers appeared and took guard at the door to the castle.

“Let’s go inside,” said Andrew.

Hairy turned to him and reached out his hand. Together, they walked into their castle. They seemed drawn to the main staircase, and then to the small staircase that led them to a tower room. Through the window, they saw the Deciduous Forest went on for as far as they could see. In the distance, they saw Castle Lusting, and as they watched, it moved farther away. The men turned to look at one another, and their lips brushed together. The gentle kiss grew into one with more passion. Tongues explore places they could have only dreamed about the day before.

Without conscious thought of unfastening buttons, they were naked. The hands of one on the rigid penis of the other. In a blur, Andrew had Hairy’s tool in his mouth and Hairy sucked on Andrew’s. Their moans of pleasure filled the castle.

Andrew experienced the ultimate in joy when the prince of his dreams entered him and pumped into and out of him until he was filled with the juice of love.

Hairy moved onto his back and pulled Andrew deep inside. Andrew’s pubic bone banged into Hairy over and over until he too was filled with Andrew’s love juice. The two lovers fell asleep on the biggest bed either had ever seen.

The next morning, the castle was filled with workers who went happily to their tasks. The kings were honest and fair men who ruled with a new form of government called a democratic monarchy. They and their subjects lived happily ever after.