Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 09:13:29 +0200
From: Ben Duncan <benduncan.stories@gmail.com>
Subject: ARTHUR AND MERLIN PART 3

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

Previously...

Just then Arthur arched his back. The head of his cock, big at the best of
times, swelled like helmet. He could feel Arthur's urgency build until he
exploded and shot spurt upon spurt of warm, alkaline spooge into Merlin's
hungry throat. He swallowed and swallowed and still Arthur came. His ass
contracted around Merlin's finger as wave after wave of ecstasy hit him.
Arthur thrust his hips into Merlin's face and pushed his head forward with
his hand.

Simultaneously Merlin felt himself reach a height he had never experienced
before as his cock literally exploded. He felt like he was losing his mind,
as his heart, throat and stomach reached a climax together. He felt a deep
joy well up inside of him. He had just sucked the life force from his
Prince and the only tragedy was that Arthur would never know it. He would
just have to make sure that he did it again when Arthur wasn't under a
magic spell!

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It was later the same day. Arthur walked around with a glow surrounding his
pelvic area from the extremely pleasant orgasm he had in the morning. It
felt like a load had been lifted from his body. If it weren't for the
puzzling mental picture of him being sucked off by his annoyingly lazy
servant, Merlin, he would say the day had started perfectly. He was also a
little perturbed by the sudden awareness of almost everything that Merlin
did in his vicinity.

He didn't obsess about it, as the men in Camelot were used to being
robustly physical with one another. Merlin also often had to be quite
intimate with Arthur in his duties, dressing him, rubbing his aching
muscles after a fight or practise session, even bathing him, washing his
back and the areas that he couldnt reach himself, or was too lazy to, for
that matter. It's just that he never thought anything of it before.

He considered himself a normal, red-blooded male, and he had never even
considered another man as an object of sexual fantasy, but the mental
picture of Merlin sucking his cock that morning just refused to go away.
His balls pulled up a little at the mere thought. As a result he started
avoiding contact with Merlin whenever he could. At lunch he sent Merlin
away to do something else entirely, to avoid having him wait on him at the
table. Instead a servant girl saw to his needs and at least he could just
eat in peace without being concerned that he would suddenly spring a boner
when Merlin brushed against him. He did miss having him around because of
Merlin's  infallible humour and infectuous laughter made the serious
business of defending a kingdom a bit more bearable.

Rumours were circulating that Morgana had somehow raised a huge army of the
discontented and unafiliated. Camelot may appear to be a haven of fairness
and light, but many had been hurt by some of the purges that Uther had
initiated, and they wanted revenge. In their early morning meeting King
Uther and Prince Arthur had strategised how to meet this latest challenge
without allowing the danger to threathen the well-being of the Kingdom.

As usual the solution involved Arthur and some of his best, undertaking a
small mission to infiltrate the ranks of the army to disable it from
within. It would be a dangerous journey to start with, as Morgana's powers
had grown exponentially since she no longer had to hide the fact that she
could do magic, and under the expert tutelage of he sister Morgause and
other dark and magical creatures she now had access to. It was rumoured
that she had found a way to harness her powers to enlist the help of a huge
range of cruel and terrifying creatures to ensure that her army of
misceants had the best chance of success agains Uther, whom she hated for
disowning her for most of her life.

Arthur was grateful that his sexual release earlier that day had put him in
a good mood, as he considered the danger of the mission. Morgana's power
over dark creatures rendered him and his band of brave knights extremely
vulnerable. They could literally never be sure that they were unobserved
since Morgana was rumoured to be able to literally see them through the
eyes of any creature she controlled. It had been decided that Arthur and
his closest knights would travel to see how bad the situation really was.
Of course Merlin was to go as well, to make sure that the heir to the
throne was taken care of.

Arthur was outwardly dismissive, being of the opinion that he was no
different from any other knight, needing only to live off the land and
being in a band of capable knights who knew how to take care of themselves.
Nonetheless, Merlin was to be a part of the company and the young wizard
resolved to endure the ribbing that he was destined to receive. After
preparations had been made, they set off at midnight, to avoid the curious
stares of onlookers and other possibly less benevolent onlookers.  Merlin
rode a mount which was closer to a donkey than a horse. He was used to
being underestimated, since his gifts were usually bestowed behind the
scenes and the recipients hardly ever knew who was responsible, rather
attributing their success to their own expertise and luck.

The scene was a typical, cold and misty british isle evening. It was winter
and the frost was already forming on the ground. Horses snorted in the
moonlight, sending spurts of smoky breath cascading ahead of them. The
riders were enshrouded in their cloaks to ward off the bitterly cold winter
air, that threatened to leech every vesitge of warmth from their muscular
male bodies. Where firm young manly butts rubbed well-worn saddles, the
intimate contact between man and beast provided a reassuring link that
spoke of purpose and determination.

Each knight scanned the surrounding forest for signs that they were being
watched and every flick of a horse's ear served as a sign that there might
be an enemy lurking in the shadows.

Merlin was getting drowsy and felt his head occasionally droop  forward.
He guided his horse to trot abreast of Arthur's mount.

"I have to take a leak!" He whispered  urgently. He found the tension
unbearable and responded as he had always done, with a weak bladder. His
effort to avoid embarrassment by sharing his secret with Arthur were in
vain.

"A leak? What are you, and incontinent old woman?" A disbelieving groan
went up from the collective.

"Didn't you go before we left?" Arthur demanded.

"I did, but all this bouncing about on this horse has shaken everything
loose in me. Plus I drank a lot of water because I didn't know when I would
be able to drink again."

"For Pete's sake Merlin, we barely started out! If you have to go every
half hour we will never reach our destination!"

"Give the man a break, Arthur," Lancelot quipped. "We're all on edge and to
be honest, I could use a good piss myself."

Assenting murmers rose from all in the company and Arthur could only roll
his eyes to the heavens.

"All right, piss break."

Any effort at secrecy and stealth seemed to have been abandoned.
Every man, to the last one, pulled his horse up and dismounted in the pale
moonlight. Merlin made as if to turn away from the road and take his cock
out privately, but the knights stood in his way.

"No, Merlin, not so fast," said Lancelot. There's no need to hide your dick
from us. We all have the same equipment!"

Merlin reluctantly turned back into what had now become a circle. All the
knights stood with legs wide and fished their hoses out of their pants.
Merlin really had to go so he didn't hesitate. His slender member was out
and he closed his eyes as he released his bladder and the golden piss
started to make its steamy way out of suprisingly long flacid cock. He
opened his eyes shyly to see an aray of dicks all facing each other with
varying expressions of relief and enjoyment on each face. All were uncut,
and every one looked as individual as the man who extended it. Some men had
their pants down all the way with their hairy balls hanging in the freezing
air. Here  and there a mean warmed his hands in the warm stream of piss and
licked the golden fluid from his fingers.

A loud fart echoed from Arthur's direction and all erupted in a bawdy round
of laughter. Merlin couldn't help noticing that Arthur's cock was chubby
from the attention and was beginning to rise to the occasion.

"I challenge you all to a duel!" Lancelot had a particularly large and
proud sword, that was dark and succulent looking in the moonlight. "Who
will accept my challenge?" He pulled his foreskin back to reveal a dark
purple, engorged cock head the size of a toddler's fist. His lips were
moist and pouty as as he pushed his jaw and his hips forward to display his
awesomely virile prick.

"I will defeat you in battle!" Arthur walked forward and he and Lancelot
faced each other, their streams crossing in the moonlight. Merlin couldn't
believe his eyes as the streams dried up and the men stepped closer to each
other and began to fence with their erect members. Lancelot's dick was
longer, but Arthurs was thicker and more stocky. Merlin's mouth went dry
and his heart thumped in his chest.  Laughter erupted  from the men in the
circle as they turned toward each other in pairs and followed suit. Most
were erect by now and the game changed. Here and there a knight would spit
into his hand to lubricate his throbbing sword. Merlin didn't quite know
what to do so he made as if to turn back to his horse and fiddle with the
saddle.

"Not so fast young squire!" Arthur shouted. "You started this fight so now
you shall see it through!" He turned away from Lancelot and walked over to
Merlin, his glistening knob leading the way. Precum oozed out of the pink
head that caught the moonlight in a most alluring way. "Let's see who can
finish first!"

Merlin couldn't take his eyes off Arthur's meat as the young prince's crown
jewels appeared and disappeared in his practised hand. He felt saliva begin
to build up in his mouth as he imagined his mouth enfolding the shaft and
swallowing the entire length down his throat.

"Loser has to clean everybody's  tackle of when we're done!" Arthur's
breathless voice was joined by a chorus of masculine groans and grunts as
each of the knights began to succumb to the pressure of their building
orgasms. One by one they started to shoot into the circle, shining spurts
of milky knight juice in arc after arc after arc of extasy. Some had come
on their hands and licked the sticky globs off with obvious enjoyment. Only
Merlin was left dry, not being able to perform so quickly in front of these
paragons of Camelot manhood.

"Whoa there Merlin." He reached over and put his hand on Merlin's hand
which enfolded his pleasure stick. "You lose. Put it away and start your
loser's duty." Knight after knight stepped forward and proffered his still
oozing dick for Merlin to suck clean. Merlin eagerly slurped the nectar off
the softening members as he assiduously worked his own aching cock.  Here
and there he had to lick under the head and in the foreskin to make sure
that all was sanitary and sparkling.  He secretly wondered since when the
knights had started exhibiting such free behavior,  as he had never
witnessed anything like it before.  Then he remembered that he had not been
out with them since Sir Gawain had joined the company.

Just then the aforementioned knight stopped forward and Merlin understood
more.  Gawain took the kneeling Merlin by the chin and roughly pulled him
to standing.  He looked him in the eye with a hungry glint in his eye and
pushed his face forward to begin to suck some cum of Merlin'a cheek . With
his thumb he caught up some just on the edge of Merlin's full bottom lip
and transferred the glistening drop to his own hungry hole.

"No sense in wasting now,  is there, my pretty Merlin?" Then he leaned
forward and kissed Merlin roughly on the lips and let go,  not before
flitting his tongue between the boy's astonished lips.

The rest of the company had watched with bated  breath,  as the appearance
of Gawain had introduced  them to a while range of interesting experiences.

In the meantime Merlin had slowly been working his way to a climax.  His
breath started  to quicken and it was clear that he was about to orgasm.
All he could see in front of him was the glittering hazel eyes of this hunk
of knight flesh.

"Hold that thought," Gawain hoarsely whispered.  He quickly sunk to his
knees  and just as Merlin started to cum put his warm mouth over Merlin's
swelling cock. His throat worked to take in the load a Merlin spewed spurt
after spurt  of thick man juice down the waiting knight's able throat.

Gawain  stood up and roughly pulled Merlin to him.

"Here." He transferred some of the milky juice  back to Merlin's mouth with
his own hot tongue and loss in a kiss of masculine service.

Merlin felt light-headed and couldn't help himself.  He fell to the ground
with a thump.

"Merlin! Merlin! Are you all right? "

He opened his eyes to See Arthur standing over him.

"You fell off  your horse you dimwit!"

It had all been a dream.

"I have to pee." said Merlin hoarsely.  He stood up and held onto Arthur
for support.

"Let's take a piss break! Merlin feel asleep on his fucking horse!"

As the knights dismounted they laughed and gratefully stretched their legs.
Each man turned away from the circle and fished out his private parts. When
they were done they remounted for the next leg of the journey.

"All that beautiful piss gone to waste," Merlin though wryly. Except it
hadn't. As they turned to resume there journey, a shadowy figure appeared
from among the trees and crept over to where Arthur had pissed only a
moment ago. The figure took out a small flask and carefully scooped
Arthur's golden liquid  up and corked the precious fluid in the bottle.

In a cold hall far away, Morgana snickered with satisfaction. Her
beautifully cruel red lips sneered, revealing her immaculate teeth. Her
gorgeous navy blue eyes closed in satisfaction as she turned away from the
basin of milky water in which she had observed the knighly spectacle.
"So, your royal highness. Now that I have some of your juices, we'll see
what good your brave expedition will do you!"

The company of knights disappeared into the murky night to fulfill their
important assignment. Merlin felt the clammy residue of the wet dream he
had while riding fast asleep in the front of his pants between him and the
horse. He looked at sir Gawain  with new eyes.

"Seems that there's more than one fish in the sea!"

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End of part three. ..

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