Aron, born of King & Queen of the Kingdom of Clitorina, was neither loved nor hated by the people of his realm. King Aron had ascended to the throne at fourteen, when ill health had robbed the Kingdom of its most popular ruler to that point, and was expected to take a wife by eighteen, thereby producing an heir. A King without heirs makes everybody nervous, especially when the King is young, handsome and at the height of his sexual potency. Now nineteen, Aron remained wifeless and uneasy murmurings had begun in the mead houses and the markets.
His Chief Advisor, Bolman, reminded him daily that he would have to take a wife soon, and never mind waiting for a lady of noble birth to take his fancy. If he had to marry a commoner to silence the whispers, then so be it. Aron knew the wisdom of this and agreed, not knowing that Bolman had begun to suspect his deepest secret: that he had not yet met the lady of his desires because he did not (and never would) fancy women at all. And he certainly never anticipated the act that put babes into the bellies of women. The very thought of it repulsed him.
So, he spent his days attending to affairs of State, and his nights retreating to the royal bed alone. Bolman, sensing that the young King's juices needed coaxing and encouraging one way or another, appointed His Majesty with a personal servant, Claude. Now Bolman was not in any way au fait with what one man might search for in another, but he knew the maidens of the palace fairly swooned when Claude passed by, and so was pretty confident in his assumption that the King may feel the same way. Bolman was not one to listen to idle gossip, but he had never heard the name of a maiden being spoken of in relation to Claude. However, there were many rumors that Claude was often seen in the company of various young men. He was happy to draw a conclusion from this fact for his purposes of deflowering the young King.
Claude was initially nervous when approached by Bolman, who was not explicit in his requirements of why Claude had been appointed in such a coveted position, other than to say to him, "if the time ever comes to do your Master a service, you must not hesitate." However, he found that the King was particularly good company and they shared many similar interests. Over a brief period, he came to look upon the Monarch as more than just his Lord and Master, awakening feelings within him that he had, for so many years, hidden.
Like many young nobles of his time, Aron had become incredibly good with the sword and they practiced every day after his academic studies had been completed. King Aron's interest in sword play extended beyond the cold steel weapons to a more strong and warmer one before too long. Claude was a large man with a well-muscled body and handsome in his own way, with a dark beard and a smooth closely-shaved head. In the warmer months, they often practiced without their shirts. King Aron could not help but admire the trail of hair that went down from his man servants' chest to the top of his muslin pants. Bolman had witnessed these physical sessions from time-to-time and had a sense that the young King had developed lustful feelings for his opponent and, knowing that his plan had been successful, he began to leave the two alone.
When the King retired, with Claude often sleeping in the very next room, he wondered what the man would look like naked. Would the hair surround a flesh weapon of great size and girth? Would the man's legs be covered with the same dark hair as his face and chest? Would the balls between his legs be full and dropping low, or would they be tight against his body? It was thoughts like these that led to the King's own impressively-sized tool to become like iron beneath his sheets and he would have to take himself in hand, until his muscular but youthfully smooth body was covered in his thick and glistening spend.
After hours of practice the two usually went to their separate quarters to change and bathe. One hot summer day they had decided to practice in the shade of a grove of trees not too far from the Palace. A clear stream ran through the grove and babbled over rocks worked smooth by years of passage. After an hour of practice in the hot sun, Claude called a halt to their tournament. He removed his leather gloves, then sat down to remove his boots. King Aron stood rooted to the spot as he watched the muscles twist on the shoulders of the larger man.
Claude looked up at the young Monarch, smiling. "Come, my young Master, join me in washing ourselves clean of our stink and sweat in the cool waters of the stream."
