Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2004 11:07:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: Sasha Steele
Subject: The Idle Prince Has an Accident (TG, WS, scat)

The Idle Prince Has an Accident
By Sasha Steele

"I need a massage to help me relax," the prince said.  His dark black
hair done in a small empire cone with a single long braid that hung
almost to his waist, the prince pulled the braid to the front of him
and slid the thin straps of the black dress he wore over his massive
arms.  Sitting down on the edge of his day-bed he turned his broad back
to Anica.  Prince Manakan's one-time muscular back had become smooth and
soft from over indulgence and lack of exercise.  Anica began below the
jewelry around Manakan's neck working his thumbs in small circles into
his master's soft golden-tanned skin, slowly moving his hands across and
down his back to the shoulders and back straps of Manakan's black
brassier.

Manakan stood, turned, then leaned hands and knees onto the day-bed,
positioning himself on his belly so that Anica could continue the
massage.  When Manakan turned and lifted his huge leg onto the bed Anica
saw that the prince had semi erection tenting his black panties beyond
the hem of the loose skirt of his dress.  The shiny black sandals the
prince wore had five inches heels and open toes showing toe-nails
painted maroon, the same colour as the nail polish on his long
fingernails and lipstick on his full lips.  The black straps of the
sandal's crossed Manakan's smooth feet and buckled against the perfect
skin of his thick ankles.

Manakan laid flat on his front, straightened his massive legs, spreading
them somewhat apart, and rested his beautiful heavily made-up face on his
soft arms.  Anica undid the prince's brassier latched at mid back, and
worked his hands down the soft skin on Manakan's back to his thick
middle, massaging him there for several minutes.

"Do my rump, "Manakan said dreamily his eyes closed as Anica worked to
relax him further.

The prince's huge rounded backside was only half covered by the flaring
folds of the dress's skirt, as it was very short.  Anica lifted the
skirt completely from his master's backside marvelling at the fullness
and beauty of Manakan's massive globular ass.  The seat of prince
Manakan's black panties sank into the deep crevice between his butt
cheeks and covered their expanse upwards on angle to his broad hips.
Anica felt the smoothness of his master's panties against his hands as he
massaged his master's backside.

The prince had been lounging in the marble-pillared sanctuary in the
garden near the lake, enjoying the solitude and beauty of the day.  He
did not want to be disturbed, but, as he had felt the urge to move his
bowels, had sent for Anica so that his most favoured consort could attend
to the prince's toiletries.

Because of his royal station attendants bathed and dressed prince
Manakan.  They did his hair, painted his nails, and applied his makeup.
And they attended his toiletries.  Manakan had never once drawn down his
own panties.  If he had to relieve himself during the night the prince
would simply call for a chambermaid.  Or, if not wanting the bother of of
getting out of bed to use the royal toilet, would just pee through the
silk panties of his nightie, or fill their seat if that was his need.

Many times Manakan would lay in his bed until the sun was high, awaking
with a hard cock and urgent need to pee.  At these times he might roll
over and relieve himself through his silk panties while pressing his
hardness into the soft mattress, or sit on the edge of the bed and simply
let his pee flow through his panties into the lush carpet.  The prince
had wet and filled the seat of his panties on other occasions as well.
It was especially convenient to do so when travelling, and at social
functions when he did not wish to leave the gaiety of the party.

Manakan was used to the feel of wet panties, and fullness in their seat
was of no great consequence because his feces, though usually quite
large, were solid.  Tightly packed and coloured a shiny dark brown they
were befitting a prince.  But, the length and thickness of the prince's
motions, and the fact that they were solid, made passing them difficult.
And any tenseness in his body made the prince's bowel movements all the
more arduous.

The massage was working.  Manakan had begun to relax.  He could feel the
fecal mass within him slowly moving toward his anal opening.  To test it
he held his breath bringing pressure to bear.  His anal ring opened, then
closed again as his poop slid back in.

Perhaps a goblet of wine will help me to further relax," the prince
said.

Anica poured his master's wine, then did the latch of the prince's
brassier back up as he was instructed.  The prince sat up to allow
Anica to draw the straps of his dress back to his massive shoulders,
the tight front panel of the black dress not completely covering the lace
cups of his brassier or its straps.  Manakan's laziness and his over
indulgence in food and drink had caused him to become soft and fat.
If the king was here he would have confined the prince to a regiment of
training to bring his weight back down, as he had done many times before
and was about to do again.  But the king had been away many months and
prince Manakan savoured his extravagance.

Hairless of face and body Manakan liked how his features softened when
fat, making him look more feminine with his dark mascara, eye liner, eye
shadow, lipstick, and makeup.  His face was fuller, more beautiful
with slight double chin.  And he adorned his pretty face with much
jewelry.  Black emerald studs completely rimmed his ears, there was one
between his contoured eyebrows, two smaller ones each side of his face
where his dark eyebrows turned upward, one in each nostril, and another
on the lower lip of his pouting fish-like mouth.

Manakan stood to stretch.  When he got up from the day-bed Anica saw that
the prince's cock was now fully erect and standing straight out, its
shape like that of a great key. Manikin's protruding stomach was soft to
the touch but solid beneath so that the thin belt of his dress, the belt
made of the same shiny black leather as his sandals, cut only slightly
into its fat.  The prince's paunch pushed his skirt, with its loose folds
hanging down, out in front several inches further than it normally would
have. Still Manakan's panties, drawn tight against the shaft of his hard
cock, stretched a foot beyond the hem of the short skirt which
lay delicately across it near the base.

The prince sat back down on the day-bed, and sipped his wine while he
regarded Anica.  Anica was very beautiful, and at times Manakan like to
have him alone attend to his toiletries.  He laid back down on the soft
day-bed propped up on his elbows with his smooth plump, yet massively
muscled, legs slightly spread.

"Continue," he ordered.

Again Anica lifted the short skirt away from the huge globes
of Manakan's magnificent ass and continued to massage them through his
panties while the prince sipped his wine.  Even when returning from an
imposed training camp in trimmer muscular condition the rearward globes
on the prince's posterior were exceptionally large.  Now, as fat as the
prince had become, they were simply enormous.  A few times Anica felt the
prince tense as he tested his bowels.  Soon he would order Anica to fetch
his toilet.

The prince's royal toilet was made of the finest hardwood and ivory,
decorate in gold and inlaid with jewels and emeralds.  The soft padded
seat was covered with the finest silk.  The removable fecal tray on the
upper shelf was pure gold, and the imported urinal vase was, in itself,
worth a king's ransom.  The prince would do his motion onto the golden
tray while the vase would be place before him to pee in.

The prince had last used his toilet when it was brought to him in the
garden two nights before.  It was after a banquet were the prince had
stayed long at the dining table.  Manakan looked regal dressed in his
finest clothing.  He wore a long white silk gown that was tight fitted
and split both sides to the hips.  The front panel overlapped the rear
panel so that, if one dared to examine the prince, would see the contour
of his fat paunch and below it the cresent ridged bulge of his pantied
cock.  When the prince walked or sat down his smooth heavily
muscled legs, clad in beige nylon stockings with embroidered tops, were
exposed through the long side slits between the front and back panels of
his dress.  On his feet were white ankle strapped sandals with five inch
ivory heels.

The straight neckline of the prince's gown plunged low on his fleshy
male breasts and in back with spaghetti straps.  The pretty lace cups and
straps of his white brassier showed only slightly, and his plump upper
chest was covered in white gold chains, diamonds, and white pearls.  The
fine-cut outer cloak the prince wore over his gown was beautifully
embroidered in silk and beaded with lace and pearls.  It was an open
design with a rising collar, puffed shoulders and long sleeves that fit
tight to his thick arms then flared to his heavily jewelled hands and
diamond ringed fingers with their long fingernails polished
silver-white.

On his head he wore a tiara of white gold and sparkling diamonds.  His
facial studs, ear studs, and earrings were all white gold and diamonds.
Manakan's black hair was done up in elegant pompadour for his tiara with
a long ringlet each side of his face and long curled tresses flowing down
his back.  His makeup was lighter, lipstick, and nail polish a
silver-white.

His toilet brought to him after the feast, Manakan held out his arms
for chamber maids to remove his cloak.  He lifted the front panel of his
gown allowing Anica, kneeling before him, to pull down his shiny
white panties so that the prince could step out of them.  With two
chamber maids holding up the back panel of his gown out of the way
Manakan sat down on his toilet.  Anica held the prince's semi hard cock
as he urinated in the priceless vase placed on the floor in front of him,
while the prince softly grunted as he forced his bowels to move.

Laying on his day-bed in the garden sanctuary, Manakan ordered his toilet
brought to him.  "Quickly," he said, "I am close."

Anica did as he was bid leaving the prince lounging on his day-bed.
No sooner had Anica left then Manakan felt his anal ring begin to dilate,
and the prince realized that he was closer than he thought.  His anal
ring remained wide open as the large fecal mass moved slowly through it
toward the seat of his panties, and was already pressing against their
silken spandex material when Anica returned with two muscular
chambermaids bearing the prince's toilet.

"Leave it," he ordered for the chambermaids to leave the toilet.  "Hmmmf,
fetch a fresh pair of panties, hmmmf," he grunted, and Anica sent them
away.  Arching his back the prince lifted his rear end and grimaced as he
bore down to help move it along.  "Hmmmf," he grunted again.  As Manakan
rhythmically drew his breath and bore down a tenting appeared in the seat
of his panties under the curvature of his rounded buns near the top of
his heavy thighs.  The large fecal mass curled against the resistance of
the material forming a lumpy ball in the seat of his panties that grew
bigger with every effort until it was the size of a large orange.

Finished his bowel movement the prince caught his breath and got up from
the bed, the bulge in the seat of his panties clearly visible below his
short skirt.  A chambermaid had returned with a fresh pair of panties.
The prince dismissed him with a gesture, and the maid delicately pinched
the sides of his own short skirt, lifted it, curtsied, then scurried
away.  The prince's cock was still hard and throbbing.  He motioned Anica
to him, lifted his skirt to allow his consort to remove his shit filled
panties.  Anica drew them from his master's broad hips, over his rounded
backside, and then off the prince's erect cock causing it to jump.

Manakan got on the day-bed positioning himself down on his elbows with
his backside in the air.  Anica crawled in behind him lifting the
prince's skirt from his huge ass exposing his pink ring deep in the cleft
between his massive cheeks.  Anica placed his hands on Manakan's enormous
globes, spreading them to open him.  Manakan felt his servant's hot
breath and the warmth of his moist tongue as Anica started to cleaned
him.  Anica licked upward then entered his master moving his tongue
around in circular motions.  "Ssssssssssss," Manakan hissed.  He felt the
throb of his naked erection against his skirt, and he moaned.

Turning over Manakan lifted a heavy leg past Anica and took hold of his
own beautiful cock, stroking it gently.  He drew Anica onto him, shoving
his cock into the servant's open mouth, and grasping him by the hair held
him there as he masturbated.  Manakan moved his soft bejewelled hand more
quickly now, gripping firmer the thick shaft of his enormous erection.
"Ahhhhhh," he breathed, his head tilted back and eyes closed.

Anica tasted his master's wonderful precum.  He knew the prince was close
to ecstasy now.  Manakan's hand moved rapidly.  "Ahh, ahh."  He lifted
his hips from the bed and pressed down harder on the back of Anica's
head.  "Ahh, ahh, ahh."  Abruptly the rapid motion of prince Manakan's
hand stopped.  He trust up his powerful hips, and at the same
time pulled Anica onto him with both hands pressing his hard cock deep
inside of him.  "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Manakan moaned as his cock
exploded its cum into Anica's throat.

"Ahhhh," Manakan breathed, slumping back onto the day-bed, and taking
hold his cock milked every drop from it.  Manakan withdrew his cock
from Anica's mouth and held it there a moment or two.  It had softened
only slightly.  Then he pressed it again to Anica's lips.  Anica open his
mouth taking the cock head inside.  The prince brought pressure to
bear on his bladder, and Anica savoured the heat and taste of his
master's pee, cupping his lips so as to not loose a single drop.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," prince Manakan hummed as he urinated in his favourite
consort's month.  "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

His bladder emptied the prince once again withdrew his cock.  He allowed
Anica to clean him, then stood while Anica dressed him in a fresh pair of
black panties, adjusting them on the prince's hips and in back, and
adjusting his large semi-hard penis, which was its natural state, into
their cock-pouch.  The prince then dismissed Anica to fetch him some
lunch and went back to idle away the time laying on his day-bed.

End