Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2008 22:22:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Neto Rodi <netorodi@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Royal Cock Tender - Part 1

I arrived at the palace just two months ago, and today is my first day to
serve his Royal Highness the King.  His Royal Highness has recently become
king at age 18, after his father died of consumption.  I have undergone a
specific training regimen, learning all there is to know about caring for
the royal cock.  The royal cock is, of course, the ultimate symbol of
virility and directly responsible for insuring the royal lineage which has
been uninterrupted for more than six generations.  I have learned, in great
detail, everything from how the organ operates to its required daily
cleaning regimen.  I am well versed in pleasing it and tending to its every
need.  The royal cock is essentially a royal being all its own, and his
Royal Highness has been indoctrinated since birth to treat it as such.  He
knows that while it's part of his body, his position requires him to
surrender it to the needs of royal tradition and custom.  Since his early
years, there have always been appointed attendants to the royal cock.  his
Royal Highness never cleans or stimulates his own cock, but instead has it
taken care of by the Royal Cock Tenders.  Royal Cock Tenders are appointed
to the court and, after their tenure in this sought-after position, are
often awarded lucrative titles and properties.

The sun is rising and I am waiting patiently, albeit excitedly, in the
antechamber for his Royal Highness to arise.  He usually awakes shortly
after sunrise, and then his personal attendants see to his every need.  I
was given the privilege of this position as my father is the Duke of
Westburry and a close friend of his Royal Highness.  I have recently
completed my primary studies, and I am honored to be serving the king
before I move on to a career of my own.

As I wait to be summoned, my own cock is stirring with excitement under my
morning garments.  As is required, I wear a sheer night shirt that runs to
my knees and is buttoned along the front.  It's made of a thin cotton
material and is almost see-through.  It is the only garment I am wearing,
along with silk slippers.  I am not yet completely accustomed to wearing it
in the company of all the other male attendants, who are more formally
dressed, so I am a bit embarrassed.  But I am comforted in knowing that in
this room, and when we enter the king's bed chamber, there are only those
in attendance who are the private servants to the king.  I bow my head
slightly where I sit, and I notice that the fabric of my night shirt clings
snugly to me crotch, leaving very little to the imagination.  Anyone can
clearly make out not just the outline of my genitals, but my cock head is
essentially visible as it presses against the thin material.

Moments later the call bell is ringing and all of us quickly enter his bed
chamber.  He is stretched out on his bed, covered by silk bedding and
wearing only his thin white translucent night shirt.  I am signaled by the
Head Chamber Master, and I quickly proceed to his bedside with a porcelain
piss pot.  His Royal Highness looks at me through his sleepy eyes, and
smiles broadly.  We have met before, and it seem he too is glad to have a
new Royal Cock Tender.  His previous Cock Tender having retired as he had
grown past the age of 19.  I hold the piss pot in place as his Royal
Highness rises and sits on the side of the bed.  I undo his night shirt,
gently hold his semi-erect penis, and point it into the piss pot.  His
Royal Highness lets out a sigh of pleasure as he relieves himself into the
piss pot.  When he is done, I hand the pot to another attendant and then
gently pat his penis dry with a warm cloth.

Then I am provided with another pot containing clean warm water and a clean
silk cloth.  I carefully pull back his foreskin, exposing his beautiful
pink cock head.  I dip the cloth in the warm water and delicately begin to
cleanse his cock head.  As I am doing so, his cock begins to grow and I am
pleased that he is receiving pleasure.  I release his foreskin and it
covers most of his head, as his cock is now almost fully erect.  I have
been told that his Highness is well endowed, but I am now witnessing his
large, thick cock myself.  I continue cleaning his cock as I proceed down
his shaft with the soft cloth, while holding his enlarging cock with my
other hand.  I pat the base of his cock with the cloth, and I admire the
fine coating of blond hair which covers about two inches of his cock at the
root.

I then take a fresh cloth, dip it into the warm water, and begin to cleanse
his balls.  They are hanging low this morning, and they are covered in long
blond hair.  Because they are relaxed and hanging so low, I lift his balls
with one hand as I reach in and wipe them underneath.  I reach all the way
to his perineum, and make a soft circular motion to make sure I wipe that
delicate area thoroughly.  Now his cock is fully engorged, and his head is
peeking out of its foreskin.

He leans back onto the bed, his legs resting off the edge, his eyes closed,
and his cock waiting for attention.  I know immediately from my training
that this clearly means he wants to be serviced.  So without delay, I take
hold of his cock and pull it toward me.  A large drop of pre-cum has formed
on the slit of his cock.  I lean in and lick the pre-cum with my tongue and
he lets out a low moan of pleasure.  His pre-cum has a wonderful taste and
I want more.  I roll back his foreskin, revealing his red cock head.  I
squeeze the base of his cock firmly and he flexes his cock simultaneously.
Another large drop of pre-cum emerges and I lap it up with the tip of my
tongue and it forms a sticky strand from his slit to my mouth.  I press my
lips firmly to his cock head and create a suction, seeking more of his
royal lubricant.  His cock oozes more of it and I savor it.  Then I slowly
let my lips slide down and I engulf his cock head.  I use my tongue to
stimulate the slit of his cock, gently opening his cock hole and digging
for more pre-cum.  He places his right hand on the back of my head, and I
know that's his signal for me to go deeper.

I take more of his large penis into my mouth, until the head is bumping
against my tonsils.  I have no gag reflex, for I have been trained well.  I
go deeper still, letting his cock head find the tightness of my throat.  My
nose is now buried in his blond bush, and his scent is marvelous.  I am so
aroused by his smell that I can feel a wetness forming on the tip of my own
hard dick.  As his engorged cock is encased in the warm wetness of my
mouth, I expertly use my tongue to stroke the underside of his shaft.  I
create a tight seal with my lips at the base of his cock, and my lips feel
all of the hair that covers the first few inches of his shaft.  He is
moaning loudly now, and he pushes my head down harder onto his pubes.  My
nose is deep into his pubes and my eyes are up against his abdomen.  My
chin rests on his balls, and I wish I could remain in this position for
hours!  But I know from my teachings that his Royal Highness is usually
quick to release his sperm in the morning.  At his age, he needs it often
and he still has a very sensitive cock.

I begin to move my face up and down on him, and he squirms with pleasure.
I have certainly mastered the art of felatio.  In less than a minute, he is
groaning loudly and exalting my skills.  Then I feel his cock get even
fatter, and his cock head swells.  He pushes my head down against his pubes
and I feel the first squirt of his royal gism.  I manage not to choke, and
force the cum to remain in my mouth.  He then proceeds to deliver another
five strong squirts of warm sperm into my mouth and I maintain a tight seal
with my lips so that none of it escapes.  Some more sperm oozes out of his
cock and he emits a deep soothing sigh and sinks back onto the bed totally
relaxed.  I then take my time savoring every bit of his royal milk and
carefully swallow it all.

I slowly release his softening cock from the confines of my mouth, making
sure I have consumed every last drop of his sperm.  His taste is strong in
my mouth, and I am in a daze from the joy of it.  I had been told how
wonderful it would be, but the reality has surpassed even my wildest
expectations.  His taste is simply the most amazing and satisfying thing
I've ever had in my mouth sexually.  His scent is deep in my nostrils, and
all over my face.  I know that I will not wash the rest of the day, lest I
remove his incredibly intoxicating aroma.

I take another clean cloth and softly wipe his member, leaving it clean and
pampered.  As his cock softens, a large last glob of sperm oozes from his
slit.  I quickly lick it up with my tongue, and I do not swallow it.
Instead, I keep it in my mouth and let it soak my tongue.  I will not drink
anything for hours afterward, so that I may keep his distinctive taste with
me as long as possible.  I finish cleaning his cock and pull his retracted
foreskin over its head.

"You are a wonderful Royal Cock Tender.  I shall enjoy having you serve
me." he says as he sits back up on the bed and looks me straight in the
eyes.  "It's my honor your Highness.  I am here to care for your every
need.  I am your loyal servant."  I reply as I bow my head and step back
from the bed.  And I am embarrassed to notice that not only is my night
shirt tented from my own raging hard on, but a large wet spot is also
clearly visible were my pre-cum has soaked through the thin material.

His Royal Highness is now dressed and attended to by the rest of his
servants, and he begins his day of appointments and attending to royal
business.  I return to my chambers to change and then await his next
desire.

In my chambers, which I share with another royal appointed attendant, I
disrobe and prepare to dress in my formal attire for the day.  As I stand
naked before a large mirror, I look at my hard cock which is desperate for
attention.  But there is nothing I can do about it.  One of the oaths of my
position is that I will not satisfy myself sexually.  I am at the mercy of
the king.  I can only experience stimulation and orgasm if it is given to
me by the king, or someone whom he appoints.  So, my raging hard-on must
simply wait, and I do my best to hide it under my formal garments.  Unlike
the attire I wear when I attend to the king, my formal clothing consists of
multiple layers which are much less likely to show any pre-cum wet spots.
I am told that there will be times when the stimulation will be so intense,
and the time between orgasms so long, that I will undoubtedly experience an
orgasm in my clothing without direct stimulation.  I will be so horny and
aroused that the simple friction of my silk undergarments will cause me to
cum!  I get even more turned on as I think about that, as it's something I
have never experience in my short life.  I cup my hands at my nose and
breath in deeply, smelling the scent of the king which is still strong on
my face.  I flex my hard cock and can distinctly feel another drop of
pre-cum ooze out onto my undergarments.

I finish dressing and proceed to the royal apartments, waiting to service
the king anew.