Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 02:45:28 -0800
From: Ben Duncan <benduncan.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: Arthur and Merlin 1

ARTHUR AND MERLIN

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON THE TV SERIES, "MERLIN". THE CHARACTERS
LOOK LIKE THE ACTORS WHO PORTRAY THE PARTS, AND THE PLOT IS ROUGHLY THE
SAME AS THE SERIES WITH SOME SIGNIFICANT DIFFERENCES. THIS COMPANY NEVER
ASKED FOR THIS STORY TO BE WRITTEN, NOR GAVE PERMISSION. ... Shine TV

Enjoy and let me know whether you would like further installments, and give
comments.
Best wishes,
Ben Duncan
benduncan.stories@gmail.com

Arthur sniffed. He was annoyed. Not only was he hungry, but he was late. He
was supposed to meet his Father, King Uther, for breakfast to discuss the
latest in a litany of  magical mishaps, all of which had been directly or
indirectly caused by Uther's hatred and persecution of everything and
anybody magical.

To make matters worse, Merlin, his lazy servant, was late as usual. He
didn't know why he put up with the lout. Yes, there was the fact that he
was annoyingly loyal and had an ever-present sense of humour which made
almost any situation more bearable. But still, that wasn't enough to make
up for his annoying qualities.

Arthur became aware of the royal prick that was bursting for a piss. His
shortish, thick dick rubbed against the rough fabric of his sleep gear. He
didn't wear anything else, only the old long johns that now tented
uncomfortably around his sensitive cock. His foreskin always retracted
just enough to expose the sensitive head when he was erect, and the piss
slit caught on a seam, opening it enough to graze the super-sensitive
opening.

He slid his hand down his furry blonde chest to adjust himself and his
sword-caloused hand grazed his pale pink nipple in passing. A shock shot
down his body, connecting the extended member in his britches with the
coin-sized disk on his torso, and what felt like lightning raced through
his body. He was horny. The royal member had received little attention
lately. Being busy had its advantages, taking his mind off the hard-on he
got when he felt Guinevere anywhere near him, or saw her hooded gaze as
they shared a fleeting glance.

But enough of that. Now he had to take matters in hand, so to speak. There
were only two ways of attending to his discomfort. Either he had to get out
of bed and take a piss, or he had to resort to manual stimulation. He was
too lazy to get out of bed, so he decided that he would jack off while he
waited for Merlin to get his lazy young arse over here to dress him.

He started to untie the draw string of the underwear that doubled for his
sleep gear and was about to put his hand on his throbbing cock when Merlin
finally decided to  make an appearance.

"About bloody time," Arthur grumbled as he quickly pulled his hand out of
his pants.

"Good morning sire, am I interrupting anything?" His eyes twinkled in that
annoying, endearing way he had, as he looked at the conspicuous bump under
the blankets.

"Mind your own business, you lazy good-for-nothing, and get your arse over
here to dress me. The King has pobably decided that I was never going to
arrive and has likely finished breakfast."

"Yes sire," Merlin said knowingly as he walked over to the wardrobe and
fetched  Arthur's garments.  When he had his back turned, he paused to say
"Cockshar" under his breath. His eyes got their familiar glow as the magic
pulsed from his body.

In   bed a powerful surge went up Arthur's legs, almost as if he was having
a mild orgasm, and centred around his still throbbing cock.

"Hungh!" he exclaimed as his back arched. He lay back with a puzzled
expression on his face, breathing deeply to control himself.

"Everything all right, sire?" Merlin asked innocently as he looked over his
shoulder to see what the effect of his naughty magic was.

"Just shut it and get me dressed, will you?" Arthur retorted, and tried to
regain his composure.

Merlin turned back to the cupboard and muttered "Achsureth". Again his eyes
glowed and Arthur felt a sensation like a warm tongue licking up his arse.
He clenched his butt muscles in alarm and enjoyment and once again had to
fight the urge to cry out.

"You're sure you're ok, sire? You seem distracted." He had that devilish
smile that made his elfish face even more annoying than usual. His full
lips curled up and his impish smile widened.

"Nothing dammit, just hunger pains. Hurry up, I want to dress, piss and go."

"Yes sire," he said and muttered into the closet. "Pishtar" he intoned and
Arthur felt as if a warm hand was closing over his balls.

He turned back to Arthur just as the latter sighed and closed his eyes,
lifting his bubble but off the bed to luxuriate in the amazing feelings
that were flooding his body.

Merlin stepped over to the bed and flicked the bedclothes back to expose
Arthur's precum-stained pants. Arthur, who had in the meantime tried to
control himself, cupped the thick sausage shaped bulge in his pants with
his hand self-consciously.

Merlin smiled knowingly to himself and pretended he saw nothing. Arthur now
swung his legs over the edge of his bed to try and hide his arousal, but it
only made his dong tent up his pants even more.

"Give me those pants, Merlin!" he barked making a grab for the garment.

"Not so fast, sire, surely you want to change your underwear? Please stand
up sire, let me remove your dirty pants."

Arthur knew there was no arguing so he stood up just as Merlin kneeled to
undo the drawstring, bringing him face to cock with Arthur's impressive
royal woodie.

"I see you're feeling rather happy this morning, sire," he said
sarcastically as he worried at the knot of the garment inches from his face.

"Mind your own business and get on with it you lazy wretch!"

"I think you're going to need a bit of a wipe down sir," Merlin remarked as
he took a sniff. "You don't smell as if you have changed your undies for
days. What did you do with the clean garments I leave you ever day?"

Just then he peeled back the waist band of Arthur's pants, exposing the
one-eyed, rosy head of Arthur's dick to the morning light. Arthur tried to
take over undressing himself, but Merlin would have none of it. He slapped
Arthur's hand lightly and pulled the pants down slowly, taking care to
graze the sensitive underside of the dick just under the throbbing,
glistening head of Arthur's short, massively fat uncut prick.

"Would you like me to arrange for a girl to come and take care of that for
you sometime, sire?" Merlin asked michievously.

"Mind your own business Merlin!" At last he had enough of the slow
undressing and was about to slide down his own pants. Then he realised that
Merlin was still face-to-dick with his royal tool, so he turned around,
bent over only to realise that his furry blond arse was righ in Merlin's
face.

"Stay like that, sire, I need to give you a quick wet wipe." Magically
(literally) he produced a warm face cloth from nowhere and touched it to
Arthur's bubble cheeks, and wiped it robustly over the pink crack where
Arthur's moist hole nestled.

"Give me that!" Arthur shouted, turning around red-faced as he grabbed the
cloth out of  Merlin's hand.

"I'm just doing my job, sire," he said gleefully as he was again faced with
the now openly weeping cock in front of him.

"Get out of here, and leave me in peace!" shouted Arthur and shuffled away
from Merlin with his britches around his ankles. "Come back in ten minutes
with something to eat. I'm sure I have missed breakfast with King Uther, so
I may as well join him in the war room.

Absurdly, he thought how soft and moist Merlin's mouth looked as he
disappeared out of the door with an "Immediately, sire..."

"Impertinent wretch..."

As the door closed he smiled and took his cock in his had, sliding the
foreskin back completely, exposing the rose-coloured head. Clear juice was
running freely down the shaft. He caught some on his finger end sniffed
curiously at it. I smelled of ...bleach. Clean and fresh, he thought. On
impulse he did something he had never considered before. He scooped up even
more of the crystal liquid and put it in his mouth, sucking the sticky
fluid off his fingers. His other hand worked his foreskin up and down his
cock in slow, smooth stokes. He was still sucking on his finger as he
closed his eyes.

He tried to think what Guenevere would look like naked but was puzzled when
all he could think about was Merlin's cute butt as he had walked out of the
room. His breathing accelerated and he felt the agonising extasy begin to
build in his muscular thighs, which tensed convulsively. He scooped up
another fingerful of clear man juice and slurped it greedily off his digit.
He sucked on it as he imagined having his own cock in his mouth to get it
straight from the source. He wondered what it would feel like to shoot into
his own mouth, and the thought of a mouth over his plump, hard sausage only
increased his ungency.

To his shock the mouth on his cock changed from his own until, in his
mind's eye, he could see Merlin's twinkling eyes looking up at him, working
the engorged stump between his hairy thighs. At last the pressure could
build no more as he groaned and shot his load in a high arc, arching his
back, thrusting his hips forward and moaning hugely as wave upon wave of
ecstasy coursed through his body.

Outside his door Merlin grinned to himself.

"Next time I won't let you off so easily, sire!" he murmered.

He quickly walked off to the kitchen, stopping briefly to adjust his stiff,
slender penis in his pants.