His Loyal Subject
A life-changing moment for a young gardener.
Written by Ricky
Aditya looked up at the entrance of the corridor, taking in the sight of the gold ceiling. He had never ever been further than the servant’s quarters, even then only to collect food and water, or to seek brief refuge from the heat. As a garden hand, he was used to keeping out of the way, not being seen and spending hours in the sweltering sun.
Aditya didn’t understand why he had been summoned by the royal guard or why he was being led into the palace. But he knew his place and wouldn’t dare ask for an explanation. He obediently followed the guard until they stopped in front of an inconspicuous door.
“Go inside, bathe and prepare yourself, someone will arrive shortly for inspection.”
Aditya opened the door to find a sunken pool filled with the freshest cool water, the heady scent of jasmine inviting him in. What was this paradise? Aditya removed his sweaty, dust-covered clothes and stepped into the cool water. He was used to washing in the riverbanks with the other servants, splashing and playfighting, stealing furtive glances at each other under water. This bathing, it felt ceremonial, a private sanctuary for him to baptise himself, but for what?
Aditya soaped up his body, washing off the day’s grime and beginning to relax. But his peace was broken when an old, hunched man trudged in, carrying a large tray.
He set the tray down and, almost without looking at Aditya, instructed him to dry off and stand for inspection. Aditya didn’t want to leave his sanctuary but got up looking for a cloth to cover his modesty. But the elder didn’t offer any. He simply began inspecting Adi’s scalp, sticking a finger in his mouth to check his teeth and mouth, before almost aggressively prodding and squeezing different points of his wet naked body.
Aditya was surprised but complied when he was instructed to get on all fours. The old man ran his hands over Adi’s firm back, moving down to assess his thick butt cheeks before spreading them apart, revealing Adi’s tight and freshly-washed virgin hole. Adi drew a sharp intake of breath, involuntarily puckering his hole as the man’s fingers tapped his tight ring, his fingers snaking down to cup Aditya’s full and tender balls.
Aditya stood up as the old man rubbed a perfumed balm into Adi’s lightly tanned skin. He had never been handled or pampered like this, and whilst he was still uncertain as to why, he couldn’t deny his body was enjoying the attention. The old man took a sweet from the tray and brought it to the young man’s mouth. It smelt herbaceous and tasted bitter, but the old man handed him a cup of cold chaas to wash it down with.
“For your stomach and for later” said the man knowingly.
The old man expertly pleated a rich blue silk, wrapping around Aditya’s waist and draping it over his shoulder, fastening it with an ornate gold pin. Adi couldn’t believe he was being dressed in such finery.
“Are you sure I am to wear this?” he enquired.
“You are being presented to Crown Prince Prithviraj, you must dress appropriately”, replied the old man as he put a tika on Aditya’s forehead and kohl on his eyes.
Aditya couldn’t believe his ears, what had he done to be brought before him? He was trying to find the words to ask why, when the tall royal guard arrived.
The nervous gardener kept his gaze on the guard’s strong legs as he followed him deeper into the palace grounds. The sun was beginning to set, and the servants had started lighting candles, casting a haunting glow to the carved stone buildings. Eventually, they arrived outside a large door. The guard looked at Aditya before opening it to reveal a beautiful room, larger and more splendid than any Aditya had ever seen.
The guardsman walked in but Adi hesitated, unsure if he was meant to follow. The guard looked back and ushered him to follow until they both stood in the centre of the prince’s private apartment.
Adi kept his eyes firmly on the ground, despite craving to admire the sight of the room. He knew better than to look at the prince, who would one day rule the kingdom. Adi pressed his hands together and bowed his head in respect.
“You may look at me” Prithviraj said, taking a seat on his throne in front of the two. Adi looked up briefly, but only to obey the prince, then quickly looking back down to his feet.
Prithviraj was a sight to behold. His features as delicate as they were beautiful, his skin fair almost shone in the evening light, and his strong muscular body looked like it was carved by the very sculptors who built the impressive palace. Even in this informal setting, Prithviraj looked regal. Like he was ready to rule.
“You are right, Balraj. The garden does have such beautiful flora blossoming. You have a good eye.”
Adi found himself blushing, unsure why he felt shy rather than fearful. He took some breaths to calm himself and inhaled the scent of sandalwood and rose, noticing the floor was covered in flower petals. He didn’t know that the very roses he picked in the morning were being used to sweeten the air in the prince’s apartments.
Prince Prithviraj nodded at the guard, who stepped forward and, without a word, pulled the pin from Aditya’s loin cloth. Before Adi could grab the cloth, the guard unwrapped it and pulled it off him, exposing him to the prince. After a moment paralysed in shock, Adi moved to cover himself, but the guard seized Adi’s hands and tied them behind his back with rope.
Prithiviraj ran his eyes all over Aditya taking in the sight of him, and he was so impressive to look at. His slender body looked so strong, a golden skin-tone and a firm physique, covered in a light layer of dark fur. He looked so tantalising, the prince had to adjust his stance to sit comfortably.
The guard stepped behind the naked gardener, wrapping his muscular forearm below Aditya’s chest. His other hand slowly ran over Aditya’s thigh up towards his exposed penis. The naked man felt helpless and fearful, he was fully exposed and the sensation of the guard’s fingers wrapping around his shaft had him getting aroused in front of the prince.
He tried to stifle his moan as the guard slowly began moving his meaty hand up and down his long shaft. Aditya could not understand what he was meant to do, fight the urge or accept it, he was trapped and it felt so good.
He looked up to see the prince staring at his hard dick, his eyes transfixed on the sight of Aditya’s globe-like balls bouncing as the guard stroked the length of his dick. The guard’s other hand moved up to Adi’s chest, finding his nipple and giving it a firm pinch. Adi jerked and let out a cry as his body shivered. To his surprise, he felt the guard’s firming shaft pressing on his cheeks, and pushed back on it slightly before thrusting forward, driving his cock forcefully to meet the stroke of the guard’s slicked hand.
This only encouraged the guard to grow more enthusiastic on Aditya’s penis, picking up the pace for the prince to witness. His flaring head was now dripping with precum and the sound of his foreskin pulling back and forth was enthralling Prithviraj. Aditya felt the guard’s breath on the back of his neck, and moved his tied hands to the guard’s growing bulge, taking comfort in not being the only aroused subject. The guard pulled Aditya in tighter, keeping him in place and concealing his own arousal from the prince.
Prithviraj watched Aditya moaning, a sweet innocent creature surrendering to pleasure. The prince could tell that Aditya was unaware of his own beauty, or how impressive his appendage was. Adi wouldn’t even look up to show off his magnitude, he was still so concerned with being respectful, even in this carnal state.
Aditya’s breathing grew more ragged as he felt that familiar rush. He wanted to tell the guard that he wasn’t going to last much longer. But all he could do was squeeze the guard’s penis harder, hoping he’d take it as a sign that he was about to cum.
The guard felt Adi’s breath intensify and his chest rise as he let out a guttural moan. He looked down to see ropes of thick white seed shoot out of Aditya’s member, spilling down onto the petal-covered floor. The sweet had guaranteed such a ferocious orgasm, and Aditya’s body shook as the rest of his load covered the guard’s hand, still slowly moving back and forth on his shaft.
Aditya looked at the prince, their eyes locking for the first time. Prithviraj was smiling broadly in approval. He rose from his throne and walked towards Aditya who was still trying to catch his breath. Aditya attempted to avert his gaze but the guard caught his chin and raised it back up to look at the prince again.
“Do you consent to be mine, Adi?” asked Prithviraj whilst running the back of his fingers over the young man’s sweat-soaked chest down to his erect nipple.
“Yes, my king” replied Aditya almost immediately through his heavy breaths.
The guard untied Aditya’s hands and stepped back, freeing his own crotch from their grasp.
“Good.” Prithviraj dropped his fingers down to the tip of Aditya’s penis, scooping up a bead of his cum from the sensitive head and bringing it to his lips, tasting him for the first time. “Your room is next to mine.”
Aditya knew his life was changing.
This story was written as part of a Naked Men Talking Writing Workshop, in response to the prompt "Historic Cum". Copyright remains with the author - this story cannot be republished or distributed without the consent of the author.
Gareth Johnson