Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 17:14:23 -0600
From: chris penrod <cpenrod4@gmail.com>
Subject: The Princeman Chapter 1

The Princeman by Topher Penrod


This story is set in a time when condoms are not invented. Bareback sex
between consenting adult males is going to be an ongoing thing in this
story. If this sort of material offends you, then don't read any further.

Please practice safe sex in real life.

None of the characters in the story are intended to represent any real
people. They are figments of my imagination.

Please enjoy the first chapter of my story. I know its a short chapter, but
I want to get a little feedback, see if people like it. Feel free to email
me and let me know what you thought about the story. My email is
cpenrod4@gmail.com


Chapter 1

      The camp smelled of sweat, horse manure, fires and cooking food. A
hundred thousand men made up the King's Army. Everywhere sounds of
gambling, fighting, and raucous behavior, an almost overwhelming blow to
the senses.
      Dreldin was nearly back to the Prince's tent, he had been sent to
fetch the Prince fresh water from the stream that ran along the east side
of the camp. Dreldin was a Princeman, a loyal servant and bodyguard to the
Prince of the realm.
      Prince Tygon was sitting in a high-backed chair, a large map was
spread out on a table in the center of the command tent. Dreldin
immediately took the water and poured Prince Tygon a full glass. He set the
water bucket on a small table in the corner of the tent.
      "King Greymont is running low on soldiers. I counted no less than
four separate mercenary groups, each group numbered at least a few
thousand," the scout reported. He was wearing a suit of leaves, strips of
cloth colored to match the environment. The skin of his face had been
painted as well, he was brilliantly camouflaged.
      "So he is running out of his own soldiers but evidently has the money
to hire a fair number of mercenaries. Perfect," Prince Tygon said.
      "My Prince, I suggest we move against these mercenaries, if even half
of what this scout is reporting is true, then they are positioning
themselves to attack. Its just a matter of time at this point, they must be
put down before they can gain any advantage over us," General Guntor
counseled.
      "I agree with you General, we will ride out and meet them, the time
has come for confrontation," the Prince stood up from his chair, grabbing
his water glass as he did so. He drank the entire glass, slamming it down
on the table once it was empty.
      "I'd say we will need at least five thousand infantry to make this
happen, no need to commit the full force," General Guntor advised.
      "Take eight thousand infantry, two thousand archers and five thousand
cavalry. I'll lead the cavalry myself. We will attack tomorrow, once the
men have had breakfast," Prince Tygon said.
      "As you command, my Prince," the General bowed and left the tent. The
sun was nearly set, the camp was beginning to wind down for the evening.
      "Dreldin, fill my glass," Prince Tygon said, sitting back down in his
chair. Dreldin poured the water and moved back into the shadowy corner,
staying out of sight.
      "Alright scout, I'll leave your immediate future up to you. Would you
like some time to rest? Or would you like to go straight back out into the
field?" Prince Tygon asked.
      "I'd prefer to be back in the field, my Prince. The regulars get
uneasy when I'm around," the scout explained.
      "Very well, resupply and then go keep an eye on our mercenary pals to
the south. I want to know what they are doing," the Prince commanded.
      "Yes, my Prince," the scout bowed and left the tent.
      Dreldin was now alone with the Prince.
      "Dreldin, come out of the shadows, I need a friend," the Prince said,
rubbing his temples with his fingers.
      "As you command, my Prince," Dreldin said. He came forward, standing
just to the right of Prince Tygon.
      "Lose the formality, we've been friends for years and there isn't
anyone around to impress. Massage my shoulders, I've got a headache running
from my back all the way up my neck into my skull," the Prince stood up and
left the command tent, walking through the back flap into his private tent.
      He stripped off everything but his undergarment and flopped down on
the large bed. Dreldin started to get on the bed, but the Prince stopped
him.
      "Take off your clothing," Tygon said.
      Dreldin dutifully obeyed, ditching his clothing. Once he was
completely naked, he climbed into the bed with the Prince and sat on his
butt. From that position, he worked the muscles in the Prince's
back. Massaging them, forcing them to relax, submit to his strong fingers.
      Dreldin knew he was doing good as he listened to the Prince moan in a
mixture of pain and pleasure. He could feel the muscles along the Prince's
back resisting his insistent rubbing. He worked his way up to the Prince's
neck, massaging the tight cords. Little by little, he could feel the
tension melt from his Prince.
      He worked down again, massaging the lower back, rhythmically
kneading. The Prince groaned, a shiver running down his body.
      "Go lower," he said quietly.
      Dreldin did as he was told, moving his work down, massaging the plump
flesh of the Prince's butt. He gave each cheek individual attention,
working his fingers deep into the muscle.
      By now his cock was rock hard, hanging lonely between his legs, he
had a sudden fantasy of his cock buried deep into the Prince's tight pink
hole, passion driving his hips back and forth.
      "Massage my chest," the Prince said, rolling over.
      Dreldin moved to obey, methodically working his fingers over his
Prince's bare, hairless chest. Prince Tygon was fully relaxed now, and the
bulge in his undergarment was growing rapidly.
      Dreldin moved his massaging down to the stomach, rubbing the muscles,
warming them up. Prince Tygon grabbed Dreldin's right hand and pushed it
down to his crotch.
      "Massage me here," the Prince commanded.
      Dreldin wasted no time pulling out the Prince's hefty cock, holding
it in his fingers as it grew to full hardness. He began to pull on it,
moving his hand back and forth along the shaft. Prince Tygon moaned,
closing his eyes and enjoying having his cock played with.
      After pulling the Prince's cock for a good long while, Dreldin
decided he wanted to push things further. Without asking, he put the cock
in his mouth, sucking on it, tasting the precum oozing out. He swirled his
tongue around the tip, making sure not to waste a single bit of the
delicious precum.
      "Whoah! Dreldin, I didn't know you were learned in how to pleasure
men," Prince Tygon said, gasping as Dreldin deep-throated him. Dreldin
brought a hand up to play with Tygon's balls, rolling them around in his
fingers, gently pinching the sack.
      Suddenly the Prince grunted, Dreldin knew what was coming. Prince
Tygon arched his back, his balls tightened up, seed came squirting from his
cock, filling Dreldin's mouth and then some, causing a small amount to
spill down Dreldins chest and onto his own cock.
      The Prince was panting from sheer pleasure, a slight sheen of sweat
on his forehead.
      "Dreldin, that was amazing," Tygon said, "Shall I return the favor?"
he asked.
      "Only if it pleases you, my Prince," Dreldin replied.
      "Dammit Dreldin, be more assertive, take charge, I want you to ravage
me," Prince Tygon practically yelled.
      "You are the Prince, being assertive around you isn't exactly
proper," Dreldin said.
      "Ignore what is proper and take me, here, now," the Prince took
matters into his own hands, literally. He grabbed Dreldin's cock and began
to pull it, getting it fully erect. Once he was satisfied that Dreldin was
hard enough, he guided Dreldin toward his butt where his waiting hole was
quivering with anticipation.
      "Use some of the oil from the nightstand," the Prince said, pointing
at it.
      Dreldin dripped the oil onto his cock, enjoying the warming sensation
the oil provided. The Prince pulled on Dreldins hips, causing Dreldins cock
to slide deep into Tygon's hole. Tygon winced, the pain more than he
thought it would be, but to his credit, he didn't ask Dreldin to pull
out. He put his fist in his mouth and leaned back onto Dreldin's cock,
letting it slide all the way in.
      Unable to help himself any longer, Dreldin began to hump the Prince,
slowly at first, but after a few moments, slow went away, replaced by rough
and fast. The Prince was yelping each time Dreldin thrust in, his cock
probing Tygon's most sensitive place.
      The Prince suddenly tightened his hole, clamping down on Dreldin's
cock, it was heavenly. Dreldin knew he was about to cum, he could feel it
building to crescendo in his balls. He intensified his fucking, letting the
Prince have it good. It only took a minute for the orgasm to arrive, but it
was worth it.
      As the orgasm took hold of Dreldin, as his seed spurted out, filling
Prince Tygon's bowels, Dreldin leaned down and kissed the back of Prince
Tygon's head.
      "That was wonderful," Prince Tygon said, sighing contentedly, "After
all the stress of commanding this army, I needed a solid release. Thank you
Dreldin, truly."
      "Of course, Prince Tygon, any time you need me or my body, I'll be
there," he assured him.