A King, In Name Only

Chapter One - With The King's Passing

Our story takes place in the south of France in the 12 th. century. It centers around the fictional kingdom of Merlot and the royal family. The ruler is King Remladore. He has ruled wisely for almost 20 years, since his coronation at age 16. His kingdom is a peaceful one based on farming and the trading of its bountiful crops with other kingdoms. King Remladore has three children. The oldest is Princess Marantha, a pretty, dark haired 16 year old girl who is the apple of her father's eye. The middle child is Prince Aramel. At 14, Aram, as he is called by his siblings, is the heir apparent to the throne of Merlot. He is a strong, bright and handsome boy who will follow in his father's footsteps as a wise ruler. The youngest is Prince Remladore who is 11 and the total opposite of his brother. Rem (his siblings nickname for him) is a thin and frail child. He is weak in both body and attitude. Scared of his own shadow as some are quick to point out. Unfortunately, Queen Arianna died giving birth to Rem. She was the one true love in the Kings life. A surprise, as their marriage was arranged and they had never seen each other before their wedding.

Our story starts on a sad note. We are at a funeral. A very magnificent and spectacular funeral. One truly befitting a King. For it is King Remladore who has passed away. It is a day of tears and mourning. First by three young survivors who are now orphans. And second, by the people of Merlot who are saddened by the passing of their beloved ruler. But there are those who do not cry and weep. There is Prince Meglis, the King's younger brother. Some say it is he who hastened his brother's death by some secretly administered potions in the King's food. The King had come down with an unknown malady that had caused a perfectly healthy and vital man to wither and die; slowly and most painfully.

Prince Meglis will rule Merlot for the next two years until young Prince Aramel can rightfully ascend the throne. Then there are Meglis' loyal henchmen who have served him faithfully in return for promises of future wealth and power. There is Lord Kratin. He is the second most powerful man in all of Merlot. As the King's Vice Chancellor, he had held almost as much power as the King.

But Kratin was a greedy man. He felt the King was weak and shared too much of the kingdoms revenue with the lowly peasants who toiled on Merlot's many farms. Meglis had exploited the Chancellor's greed and he would use the man's greed to enrich the royal coffers ten-fold - nay a hundred-fold.

Lastly, there was Cain. He was the peronal valet of Prince Meglis. He had held this position since the age of ten. It was the habit of Meglis to use his position to exploit the young virgin sons of the peasants. Not a week went by that some peasant was spared the loss of his income in trade for sending his son to Meglis' bed. For Prince Meglis had no use for women. They made a man weak. They were only put on this earth to provide heirs to succeed their fathers. And besides, they smelled bad.

Cain had arrived in Meglis' bed and proven himself a fast learner in pleasuring his master. Meglis was so enthralled with the boy's talents that he kept him on as his valet and lover. Oh, he still enjoyed the virgin peasant boys on a regular basis, but none of them could satisfy him like Cain. Once he had deflowered a youth, he quickly tired of him and returned to Cain's bed.

So, you see, there were those whose positions stood to be greatly improved by the death of King Remladore. However, there was the small problem of the royal heirs. This was only a minor obstacle as far as Prince Meglis was concerned. He knew that killing the two boys would cause a major uprising and put his plans to remain as King in jeopardy. After several long and secret meetings with Kratin, the plans had all but been finalized before the King's untimely demise. And now it was time to put them into action.

As soon as the funeral ended, Kratin advised them that their uncle, King Meglis, wished to see them in his throne room. With tears in their eyes and astonished looks from their faces, the three youngsters followed Kratin. They could not fathom how the man could be so cold-hearted as to proclaim himself King before their father was even buried. They new it was his right, but such things were usually done with pomp and ceremony after a suitable mourning period.

Arriving at the throne room, they found it completely empty. Kratin clapped his hands and three servants appeared with three low wooden benches. The heirs were told to kneel on the benches facing the empty throne and to be silent until King Meglis arrived. Kratin left the room, leaving them utterly alone. They did as they were told. Well, at least until their young legs started to cramp up. Rem started to squirm first followed shortly by both his siblings.

"What do you think he will do with us?" Aram asked his sister.

"I don't know," she replied. "But I fear that we will not like it."

"I don't care what he does," Aram shot back. "I will soon be King and I will see that he is banished for good."

Rem was silent. He was still weeping, although without any noise. He was scared. As the second heir to the throne, he really had no future unless Aram died. And the thought of that brought more tears to his eyes. Besides, he was not the stuff Kings are made of. Aram was strong and would make a good King. Rem was weak and relied on others to tell him what to do.

After an hour had passed, King Meglis arrived in the throne room. The three heirs bowed to their new ruler as they knew this was the custom.

"Raise your heads, my new subjects," Melis hissed. "I wish to tell you about my plans for you."

All three started shaking and Rem wanted to grab his groin as he had to pee badly.

"As you know," Meglis continued. "In two years time, Aramel will be King. That is assuming that his health remains good."

Aram looked at Meglis and noted the cold smile that crossed his face with this comment. He somehow doubted that he would ever sit on the throne his uncle presently occupied.

"In the meantime," Meglis added. "You are all a bunch of spoiled little brats who need a good taste of training and discipline."

At this point, Cain entered the room and stood at Meglis' side. His face was glowing with pleasure as he eyed the three youngsters who knelt before him, seemingly in total submission.

"My young valet here will assist me in your training," Meglis cooed as he gently ran his hand down Cain's smooth cheek.

"As you wish, your majesty," Cain replied, bowing to his new ruler and laughing under his breath. "I will be most pleased to show them how they should behave."

"Now, children," Meglis said in a condescending tone, "my servants will show you to your new quarters. Oh, yes. Did I neglect to tell you? Your present accomodations are much too luxurious for such spoiled little babies. I have taken the liberty of finding you new - shall we say - more suitable lodgings."

With that, Meglis gathered up his robes and swept out of the room in a manner befitting a new King. Cain followed quickly on his heels.

Six servants appeared and took charge of the three royal heirs. The three nodded a tearful goodbye as they were led off in different directions.

Rem found himself ascending a long, winding staircase to the north tour of the castle. One servant led the way, while the second followed behind Rem. It was almost as if they thought he might try to escape, Rem thought to himself. But why would he want or need to escape?

Rem was led to the top of the tower. A large wooden door was opened with many creaks and groans from the rusted hinges. Rem was pushed roughly into the room. His jaw dropped as he saw his new "lodgings". There was an overpowering smell to the room. Dampness seemed to ooze from the walls, which were green in some places. The room was only about ten feet by ten feet. It had a window in the outside wall - too high for the new occupant to reach. On the floor was a straw mattress with a stained gray cloth covering it. There was a small, dirty blanket folded neatly in its center.

One of the servants handed Rem a piece of material. He held it up and found that it was a small tunic.

"Take off all your clothes and put it on," the servant ordered.

Rem slowly undressed. First came his leather jerkin. It was made of the softest animal hide and was his favorite piece of clothing. He handed it to the servant. He crossed his arms over his nipples, trying to warm himself in the chilly room. A stern look from one of the servant caused him to remove his leather foot covers and then to pull down his doe skin britches. They too were soft and the boy loved the feel of them. Especially as, in the style of the day, he wore nothing underneath them. In the last few months, he had loved the feelings he got as the soft material caressed his small, hairless penis and balls.

He was now blushing as his naked body was fully exposed to these lowly servants. He grabbed the small tunic and pulled it over his head. It was very tight and he struggled to get it over his smooth chest and even smoother bottom. He was even more embarrassed when he realized that the garment barely covered his genitals and his bottom. Movement in any direction would quickly reveal his boyhood to anyone who happened to be looking.

"Sleep tight, young Prince," the one servant said as he laughed to the other. "We will fetch you in the morning so you can begin your chores."

"But what about food," Rem asked. "I am starving."

"You will be fed tomorrow, after you earn your keep," the other servant said.

They then turned and left the room. Rem listened as the door shut with a thud and was bolted from the outside. Rem started to cry as he looked at his new room. It was empty, save for the mattress and a small bucket in the opposite corner. He suddenly realized that he had to pee, badly. He stepped to the bucket and took hold of his small cock. He aimed at the bucket and sighed as his bladder emptied. He could not help but remember the fine china commode that usually received his bodily wastes. Later to be emptied and cleaned by a servant. He hoped someone would soon empty and clean the bucket as it smelled.

Rem paced the room until darkness fell. He was tired and had no choice but to retreat to the mattress. As the sun had fallen, the temperature in the room had fallen dramatically. Rem shivered as he covered himself with the dank blanket. He tried to block his sense of smell. The room stank. The bucket stank. The mattress and blanket reeked of things he cared not to think about. He wondered what unfortunate wretches had slept here before him.

Rem fell into a fitful sleep. He was awakened several times by bad dreams. Dreams that featured his uncle Meglis. Once he was awakened as a rodent tried to take a piece out of his toe. In spite of this, his bodily fatigue overcame everything and he slept.

And, had Rem known the fate of his brother Aram, he would have been more than pleased with his accomodations. Prince Aramel had been led from the throne room. He was accompanied by the two servants who were joined by two foot soldiers. Aram's journey ended in the bowels of the castle.

When the last door was opened for Aram, it led into a part of the castle he had never seen or even heard of. It was the remnants of a dungeon. It had not been used in over a hundred years, but Meglis felt that now was an appropriate time to re-open it.

As Aram was pushed inside the dungeon, the servants began to frocefully remove his clothing. He started to fight back, but the soldiers raised their swords and started towards him. As there was no way he could win this battle, Aram calmed down and let the servants finish stripping him. It took only a minute or two until the 14 year old was naked.

He tried to cover his body. He had a fine five inch cock that could expand to seven when he was aroused. He tried to cover it, and the large balls that hung beneath. The servants grabbed his arms and forced him back against a cold wall. One of the soldiers came and lifted Aram's naked body off the floor. His arms were raised above him and metal rings snapped in place around his wrists. When the soldier let go, Aram felt a pain in his wrists as his body weight came to bear on them. His feet only touched the floor when he stood on tiptoes. This provided a bit of relief - but only for a brief moment. The servants swept his feet to either side of him. Metal rings were fastened around each ankle. His body weight was now fully supported by his aching wrists.

"Isn't he a beauty," one of the servants commented, as they all stood back to eye the naked youth.

"Yes, such a big one for such a young lad. And just the cutest little tuft of hair over top of it," the other servant added.

"You can bet that Meglis will have lots of fun with this one before he is done," one soldier commented.

With that, they all left the room. Poor Aram was left suspended by his wrists. The dungeon was cold and dark. Strange winged creatures fluttered around in the dark, occasionally brushing against his body. Aram was in pain. Not just from the rings on his wrists. He had to relieve himself badly, but was too proud to shit all over his backside and legs. He too was hungry. He was shivering from the cold. His wrists and stomach ached. he had truly found hell. Or maybe just the first taste of it, he thought.

Sometime during the night, his body gave way to a massive cramp and he soiled himself thoroughly. He cried as he realized that he was no better than a little baby. Unable to control its bowels. But somehow he slept.

And had Aram known the fate of his sister, he would have been more than content with his present lot. Princess Marantha had been led back to her own spacious room. There she was joined by several of young ladies in waiting who had served her in the past.

In spite of the presence of two male servants. And in spite of her protests regarding the same, she was quickly stripped of all her garments. Standing there with nothing on but a lovely pink blush, she tried to cover herself. Four more male servants entered carrying a large bath. The bath was quickly filled with hot water and Marantha was ushered into the tub. The girls proceeded to wash her from head to toe. Her ample young breasts, her flat belly, her long slender legs. All were washed. Her hair was rinsed. And then, the girls set to work on her private parts. Her vagina was scrubbed as was her lovely round bottom. In fact, so much scrubbing took place that she was soon crying in pain.

"Just quit your damn whining," one of the maids admonished. "His lordship don't much like the smell of fish."

What did she mean by that, Marantha wondered. And who was "his lordship"?

Once she was cleaned to the satisfaction of all present, the maids set about dressing Marantha. First was a fine white chemise that fit snugly on her curves. Then a pure white dress quickly covered it. The ties were cinched at the back. This drew her ample bosoms up and together. And presented them in all their glory. White stockings were added but no shoes. This seemed strange to Marantha, especially if they were leaving the room.

And leave they did. A small procession consisting of four soldiers, Marantha and one of her ladies in waiting made its way to the royal chambers. When they arrived, they were ushered into the royal bed chamber by a smiling Cain.

Marantha could not stand this young man. She knew what his position was in Meglis' life and she detested it. She knew that men occasionally took comfort with boys. But usually only when their wives were incapacitated with their monthly visitor or due to pregnancy.

Marantha stopped dead in her tracks as the door opened. In fact, she had to be pushed forcibly into the room. There, lying on her father's former bed, was King Meglis. The site brought instant tears to her eyes. The site of her loathesome uncle in her father's bed almost caused her to swoon. How dare the wretched man defile her father's memory like this.

Managing to calm herself, she realized that Meglis appeared to be naked, covered only by a white sheet. He was sitting with his back and shoulders propped up by pillows. His hairy chest was bare for all to see.

When all had entered the room, he door was closed behind them.

"Come in my dear," Meglis said as he motioned to Marantha. "You may be wondering what I have in store for you."

"Well, as you know, I find women rather distasteful," he continued, motioning Cain onto the bed and placing an arm around him. "And that eaves me with a small problem. You see, as King, I am in need of an heir."

Marantha was about to correct him regarding his future status but thought better of it.

"And who better to provide me with an heir," he said, "than my dear brother's only daughter. This will guarantee that there is no doubt as to the right of my son to succeed me."

Marantha had almost fainted at this statment.

"I will never father your child," she spat back.

"Oh, but you will, my sweet child. For, if you do not, I will be forced to kill the two legitimate heirs. Now you wouldn't want that, would you," Meglis said and then laughed out loud.

"Now I happen to know that you are a virgin. Your maids have confirmed that for me. And you are probably lacking in any knowledge of animal husbandry. So I have arranged a little demonstration. You will not have to do everything that you witness here, but you need to know it all in case you ever have to please a husband," he chortled.

With that, he motioned to one of the guards. A straw mattress was dragged in and deposited on the floor at Marantha's feet. A second soldier proceeded to strip until he was naked and stood directly in front of the mattress - in full view of Marantha. She had never seen a naked man. She had seen her brothers naked when they were younger and knew what a penis was. But theres had been very small. The one that faced her now was huge - and still in its flaccid state.

Another wave of Meglis' hand brought the remaining three guards to the maid who had been standing silently, observing the well hung guard. Suddenly, hands were working roughly at her clothing. In a matter of seconds, she stood beside Marantha; naked and crying. She was younger than Marantha. Probably only about 13. She tried to cover her nudity as she was flung to the mattress by one of the guards.

"First, you must learn to orally pleasure a man," he said, smiling at Cain. With that, Cain slipped his head under the sheet that covered Meglis. His mouth soon found his Kingly organ and proceeded to suck it gently.

The naked soldier grabbed the whimpering maid and forced her to her knees. Two other soldiers took hold of her head and forced her mouth open - one positioning a knife at her throat to convince her to co-operate. The naked soldiers cock was starting to rise as he started to feed it to the maid. It soon reached its full erection - nine thick, fat inches - and was causing the maid to gag and choke.

The remaining soldier moved Marantha to the side so that she could get a full view of the massive organ that was threatening to strangle the life out of her maid.

After a suitable period for the soldier to become aroused, Meglis snapped his fingers. Immediately, the two soldiers separated the maid from the soldiers cock and forced her onto her back on the mattress.

They grabbed her legs and spread them wide as the naked soldier proceeded to lay between her legs. The maid screamed as he placed the swollen head of his huge cock at the small opening of her vagina. He levered himself into position and plunged forward. As a piercing scream shattered the air, the soldiers cock rammed fully into the young maids vagina - obliterating her hymen in the process. The maid continued to scream and cry as she pounded the soldiers back with her fists. Slowly, the pain subsided and she started to feel the pleasure that was being provided by the large organ. Before long she was moaning and panting.

With a final cry, she achieved her first orgasm as the soldier continued to fuck deeply into her. Suddenly, his muscular shoulders tightened and his back arched as his orgasm approached rapidly. The tight hole he was fucking and the convulsions brought on by the girl's orgasm was too much for him. With a great deal of effort, he pulled out of the young girls hole. He stood up and grabbed his bloodied erection in his hand. It took only a few strokes until his cum shot out all over the naked body of the maid.

Marantha was appalled by the amount of blood that appeared between the girl's legs and on the soldier's erection. Was this to be her fate? As she continued to watch, the girl was again forced to her knees and Marantha almost puked as the cummy blood-covered cock was fed into the maid's mouth for cleaning.

With the educational program complete, one of the guards grabbed the naked girl and dragged her out of the room. It was clear to Marantha that all of the soldiers would soon be enjoying the young girls ravaged body.

"Now, my child, I think we are ready," Meglis said with a smile.

With that, the soldiers proceeded to strip her clothes off and forced Marantha towards the bed. Cain slipped from under the sheet and pulled it from his master's body. Meglis sported a slender seven inch erection, still wet with Cain's spittle.

Marantha was laid on the bed and held down by the naked guard as her legs were spread by the other two. Cain watched as Meglis climbed over the girl and positioned himself for his assault. Without any thought for his new "bride", he thrust his cock deep into Marantha's almost dry hole. She screamed as her hymen gave in to the sudden force. Blood flowed freely as Meglis stroked. One, two, three, four, five times he drove into her. And then he was done. His hot semen flowed into Marantha's sweet vagina.

It was almost over before it started. Cain's talented mouth had brought his master to the brink, so that he would have to spend as little time inside a woman as possible. And Marantha. Her first sexual experience was solely one of pain. She lay in Meglis's bed. After everyone left the room, Marantha listened to Meglis snore. He slept soundly. After some awful thoughts about her and her brothers' futures, Marantha too fell into a restless sleep.

Continued in Chapter Two - A New Day Dawns