Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2014 21:15:56 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: The Royal Guards

                         THE ROYAL GUARDS
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

[This story contains consensual sexual encounters between adults and an
underage boy.  I have taken explicit age reference out of this story for
publication on Nifty.  While I have given the characters British/Scottish
names, no intent of attributing this tale to any historical character is
intended.]


     The King was dead, long live the King! Those last four words had
resounded through the halls of the Royal Guard's officer quarters over and
over ever since the coronation, and had been the source of toast after
toast after toast. Some of the officers had succumbed to the drink and were
now sleeping it off. Most, though, were like Gavin, who was feeling
somewhat sloshed, but adequate food and a general tolerance to the alcohol
won over several years of drinking far too much kept him on his feet and
generally with his wits about him. He was singing along with the others the
song about the whore who mistakenly wanders into a priest's bedroom one
night by mistake and was laughing at the old jokes in that song as if they
were fresh and new (alcohol did that much for him, that and the fact his
friends were all laughing at it as well), when the new King came in.
     Royal visits weren't that unusual an occurrence, as the royal princes
had all been part of the Royal Guard at one time or another. His King was
the younger brother of the former king, and he brought with him his young
nephew, the Crown Prince and still titular heir to the crown. As the
current King had two sons of his own, the expected life span of this youth
was best measured in weeks or months rather than years and decades. Still,
Gavin was quick to get to his feet with the others and salute their current
and future monarchs. "Long live the King! And Long life to the Crown
Prince!" he called with the rest.
     "The Crown Prince, yes." the King said. "He's the reason I came here
tonight. You'll notice his royal uniform."
     It was true that Prince Alaister was wearing the uniform of the Royal
Guards and even bore the insignia for a Lieutenant, but that could of
course be nothing but an honorary title, given perhaps by his father or
mother on his birthday some four months ago.
     "Of course, your Majesty." Major Bourne, the ranking officer present
(all higher ranks had their parties at various noble families to attend, of
course), spoke for the group.
     "Well, the new Queen and I have been discussing this, and we feel that
it's best for the family and the country if young Alaister were to take up
residence here. You don't mind having a new initiate into the Guard joining
you tonight, do you all?"
     The wine had been plentiful and free, and the crowd was boisterous to
the point of being a mob. "Bring in the new recruit!" "Welcome the new
lieutenant!" "Give him a Royal Guards' welcome!" "We'll make him glad to be
one of us!"
     In all this noise, Gavin saw the King whispering to Major Bourne, who
was looking at the Crown Prince soberly, and nodding. Pairing that with his
knowledge of the royal intrigues currently at the Palace (and any officer
wisely kept track of them), he knew what it meant.
     Prince Alaister wasn't being brought here for his safety. He'd been
brought here to greet his death. The Royal Guards held this as an ugly and
unspoken part of their duties. The royal line had to be undisputed,
competition among royal claimants for the throne could tear the country
apart. It fell to the Royal Guards time and again to be the ones that kept
the primary line on the throne.
     Even when the one to be removed was the only child of the former King,
as in this place. Prince Alaister was far too young to be placed on the
throne, and the current King wanted his own line for his succession. If the
young Prince had had any real supporters in the kingdom's nobility, they
would have made his Uncle the Regent, and not given him the crown. So the
lad's sad fate was to be sacrificed to political expediency.
     Major Bourne's voice called out over the rowdy crowd. "If he's going
to be a true member of the Royal Guards, we need to give him the proper
initiation! So let's get the first-night initiation started!"
     Gavin knew what he meant, the first night of a Royal Guards'
initiation was a bawdy affair, where the hapless recruit was taken to the
beds, and there stripped and fondled by his fellow Guardsmen. The task of
his taunters was to force the hapless young man to reach orgasm at the
hands of his fellow men. Gavin remembered his own initiation, the wine had
fuzzed his brain as it was now and he had been manhandled and his cock
pounded by a colonel while a young lieutenant had licked his testicles and
two other officers had tongued his nipples. He had been stimulated beyond
endurance and finally had given in and sprayed his seed onto the colonel's
arm and his own stomach. The colonel had laughed and grabbed the lieutenant
(the rank just above Gavin's own bottom-of-the-heap position) and stuffed
his head into Gavin's stomach, smeared the young face with Gavin's
spunk. Then Gavin had been bodily carried out to show his spent cock and
sperm-stained stomach to the assembled fellow officers. Gavin remembered
that night with fondness, for his own friendships had sprouted from the
friendly ribbing he'd received that night and the days following. But for
the Crown Prince, a mere lad?
     "Who wants to help me with this?" the Major called out. "We've got a
young one here, he's going to need a lot of help to turn him into a proper
member of the Royal Guards!"
     To Gavin's surprise, many of the men present heartily agreed. Poor
Prince Alaister wasn't going to be spared any of the humiliation at these
men's hands. A sudden resolve seized him, he could be there, perhaps step
in and ease the pain at the right moment. There are times when death is a
release rather than an intrusion. He would be there and see what he could
do.
     So he went with the others as the young Prince, still laughing and
enjoying the sudden attention of all these strong men, was borne up the
steps to the upper floors. Up there were the bedrooms, each Guards officer
rented his private quarters there, and Gavin knew that at present there
were no vacancies to be had.
     But they went into Major Bourne's own room and the Prince was dumped
on the bed. Three of the Guardsmen proceeded to strip his little-boy boots
and pantaloons from his body. An attempt to take off his upper garments was
met with the Major stopping them, saying, "No, no, leave it on him, how
else will we recognize our smallest Royal Guardsman?"
     The young Prince was laid back on the bed, his body bare from the
waist down, above, he wore the jacket and shirt of the Guards. Colonel
Dunlop regarded the tiny prick with puzzlement. "How are we supposed to
make do with this?" he demanded.
     But Major Bourne was working at his own pants, unfastening the top tie
to lower his trousers, exposing a man's organ. "We'll have to get at him
through other directions of course." He looked about and spotted Gavin
standing among the others, trying to hide his dismay. Perhaps his
expression was misread by Major Bourne for passion. "Ah, McInnis!" he
called to Gavin. "Get over here and we'll let you be first. Get your tool
out and let our newest lieutenant grease it up for you with his spit."
     Gavin swallowed hard, but couldn't back out now. He'd done some
uncomfortable things as a member of the Guards in the past, the royal
family often treated the Guards like their own personal
playthings. Whatever Major Bourne was doing had to be a command from the
royal lips and any refusal or reluctance from him could ruin his life. The
King's word was law, and that was all a Guard was supposed to care about.
     The young Prince looked over and his expression was only that of
pleasure. There was an officer's hand on his young little prick, fondling
him, perhaps he thought this nothing but some strange new play. But he
licked his lips and the sight of that little pink tongue gave Gavin's prong
a twinge. His hands unfastened his pants and he crawled onto the bed, the
others gave way so that he could waddle right up onto the bed next to the
Prince's head. The hair was a sandy brown, the face was small, more pretty
than handsome, more angelic than human, the blue eyes sparkled as the
Prince opened his mouth for Gavin to enter. Gavin scooted a little closer
and now his dong lay across that opening, he lifted it for the head to
pivot and swivel, the mouth to capture and close, the lips to moisten and
compress upon his shaft. Gavin gasped as the pleasure of the wet lips on
his prick, and then the mouth gripped and moved up and down on him and he
groaned again, louder. Dear Lord, this boy wasn't an inexperienced virgin,
he had sucked a man's cock before! What had happened behind the gates of
the Royal Palace in this child's life, anyhow?
     "Yeah, look at that little royal cunt taking in his cock!" Lieutenant
Napier marveled. "I've been looking at him every time I pull duty at the
Palace for years, thinking how those lips would look wrapped around my
dick!"
     "You can go next, after McInnis." Bourne assured the young
officer. "Meanwhile, why don't you work some spit into this little bugger's
butt, for McInnis is going to bust his cherry for the rest of us!"
     With Prince Alaister's lips moving up on his prong with such
expertise, and the eyes of his comrades watching him be royally serviced,
Gavin found his resolve to spare this child fading. He would step in if
there was abuse of this child, if someone sought to kill him, but as long
as this boy did it all willingly, he would let his body enjoy it.
     His hands caught the prince's head and began to guide the boy upon his
cock. His eyes closed, he moaned as the pleasure raced through him. Those
lips and tongue were softened further with the moisture of his saliva, and
they made Gavin's dong sing with delight.
     Napier had his finger wet with his own spit and he found and dug his
finger in between Prince Alaister's little buttocks, while Colonel Dunlap,
for all his protestation, seemed to be having no trouble with licking the
boy's cock and balls in a way that was making the boy squirm with his own
joy.
     When Napier probed into the prince's anus, the young royal moaned
around Gavin's cock and that groan only stimulated Gavin the further. He
panted, his pleasure threatening to overwhelm him and he couldn't let it,
no, not now! If he spurted his seed now, another would be chosen to
penetrate the lad, and there was no promise that these wine-besotted and
lust-driven men would be as gentle as Gavin intended to be.
     He moaned and Major Bourne seemed to recognize his need. "Enough
sucking on McInnis, Your Highness." he told the prince. "You'll be choking
on his man-juice if you keep this up. Turn loose of him and let him be
free. McInnis, be finishing up there soon as you can, before young Gavin
here sprays the lot of us out of frustration." He said this because when
the prince turned loose of Gavin's prong, Gavin moaned anew, the moan of a
man driven to the edge and half-crazed with passion, he sidled off the bed,
his chest heaving, eyes glazed.
     "Swing His Highness around so McInnis can get at him easier." Major
Bourne ordered. "It's only right that this young ass get the best we have
for his first penetration."
     Gavin watched as the boy was hauled by his fellow officers so that his
young ass was at the bed's edge, his legs held high, one in each man's
hand, and with Colonel Dunlap still sucking at the boy's cock, and
Lieutenant Napier now feeding the boy his cock, that ass was waiting for
his fleshy invader to impale it.
     As if in a dream, Gavin moved in and Lieutenant Quinn's hand helped to
guide him into the dark nether entrance. His glans pressed into the soft
indentation of flesh, the sphincter, and Prince Alaister gasped. "Ohh!" He
might have said more, had Lieutenant Napier's dong not impeded his speech.
     Gavin paused a moment, his cockhead merely halfway inside, but then he
hardened his heart somewhat. He could not spare the boy all pain, he could
only decrease it. His hips pushed again and now his cockhead breached the
anal sphincter. Prince Alaister cried out, but not beyond another single
cry. Again, Gavin held still, while Dunlop sucked the prince again and the
young prince writhed with Gavin's prickhead inside him.
     Again, when the boy stilled, Gavin pushed again. He had to finish
this, not only for the boy's sake but for his own. His desire was a
drumbeat with him, he could barely hold himself back as it was. If he
failed in his full taking of the prince, another less gentle might complete
his work.
     So he pushed in again, and again and again. The boy was moaning
nonstop now, and then he convulsed, and Dunlop chuckled in satisfaction as
the lad thrust upwards, moving Gavin's dong in his buttocks, a wriggle that
drove Gavin wild.
     "That made the lad shoot his nuts, such as he has nuts." Dunlop said
as he arose. "Now, Lieutenant McInnis, I think you should begin the real
job of fucking his ass."
     The prince was still, his lips being forced into service by Napier's
hands on the boy's head, and Gavin pushed in a little deeper, and then
began to move his hips back and forth in a slow, steady motion. There was
no more resistance, the prince's bowels now fully accommodated his
prong. With a rising glory, Gavin began to fuck the young butt and there
was no more gasps of pain, no more moans save from Napier who was beginning
to take his mouth-fucking of the prince's face too much to heart, and there
was the re-arising of his joy that throbbed in his veins. His last bit of
restraint evaporated in the heat of that power, and he began to thrust at
the tender young ass, ramming his cock in deeper and deeper and moving his
hips faster and faster, and his joy pounded in his temples and overrode his
mind and his spirit and his soul and his life! He was nothing but this cock
driving into the boy's ass, and it was everything and he...was...NOTHING!
     Orgasm exploded into his senses all at once, and his cock combusted,
he ejaculated heavily into the hot royal ass. Lieutenant Napier chose that
same moment to climax himself, and the boy's body was loaded with come from
both entrances at once, and the officers applauded the twin orgasm, and
their hands were at their trousers and they were readying themselves for
their turn at the hot young, sexually plundered boy's body.
     Gavin finished and still dazzled from his ecstasy, felt himself shoved
to the side and he fell against one wall, while another officer found and
shoved his cock at the prince's opened asshole. Another officer placed
himself at the boy's head, and Gavin watched as the boy grinned, and his
hands came up to grab two more Royal Guards' cocks and pummel them at
once. He watched as the Guards took their turns at the prince's young form,
still clad in the shirt and jacket of the Guard, now a member of their
corps and entitled to their protection and available for their aid as they
needed it. He watched as the boy took on Guard after Guard and when the men
dwindled and departed, he looked over at Gavin and smiled and Gavin moved
in and pushed his cock again into the multiply-ravaged ass, so loaded with
men's spunk that his cock squelched like he'd pushed it into pudding, and
he loved the young royal slowly and the boy again came from his fucking and
this time, Gavin found his own climax joining the boy's spasmed delight and
he groaned and shoved in deep and shot his load into the heavy deposit of
Guards' jism that was already there.
     Major Bourne chased him out after that, presumably to ready the boy
for bed with him, and Gavin staggered to his own bed, his body worn out and
the wine overcoming him.
     He awakened well into the next morning, but not that he could not have
slept the longer, but that he found a pair of hot young lips wrapped around
his prod. Prince Alaister had crept into his room and was now in bed with
him, sucking his dong! The young mouth was insatiable and it wrung him dry
in only a few moments. The Prince rose, smiled at Gavin, and then moved on.
     The Prince was safe, it seemed, but Gavin found that the Prince's
presence in their quarters was persistent and inescapable. He would be
eating breakfast at the common table and find hands on his lap, and look
down to see the Prince at his trousers, undoing them and fishing it
out. The custom rapidly evolved to continue as if nothing were happening
much as you could, whether you were eating, or just sitting and talking,
and let the boy suck you off. Or you could lift him up and fuck him if you
wanted, the young Prince would merely writhe in joy as you rammed his young
butt. Sometimes he would have two or three Guards busy about his youthful
form in the main hall.
     But there were never more than a dozen Guards in the quarters at any
one time, and the Prince's appetite for men's cocks turned out to be too
much for a mere twelve men to handle. Gavin found a day off meant a day
that he'd be sucked off by the Prince five or six times, and every night
found him being visited at least once, so that he would go on duty with his
cock aching, his balls drained dry. He was beginning to look forward to
detached duty in some other part of the kingdom, it'd be a respite from
those hungry, endlessly feeding lips! But he wasn't the only officer
seeking that duty these days!
     This was how things went until the next visit by the new King, some
two weeks after he'd left his nephew with the Royal Guards. The King
happened to come in when Gavin was again being serviced by the Prince in
the main hall. Gavin was sprawled forward in one of the comfortable chairs
there, the Prince in between his legs and sucking on him lustily; Gavin
looked up to see the King looking down on him in that position and felt
panicked. "Your Majesty!" he gasped and struggled to get up. The boy wasn't
letting go even now!
     "It's all right, Lieutenant, don't get up, let it be." The King looked
at his nephew still slurping on Gavin's pud. "I'm just glad to get the boy
out of the Palace. He had my stablemen so worn out, I couldn't keep my
horses groomed." He looked at the young Prince and shook his head. "What
this boy is going to be like when I abdicate and he takes over the throne
at twenty-one is beyond me!"
     And with that, the King went on, leaving his nephew and heir secure
and safe in the protection of the Royal Guards.

                             THE END
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