The Prince

The Prince by Frodo46888@aol.com

Chapter One - The New Friend

In a mythical kingdom, far, far away...

King Egbert VII was 56 when Prince Harold was born, and the entire kingdom rejoiced, having endured a series of daughters produced by the previous seven Queens. Royal law was clear: only a son could succeed his father, and had there been no heir, the kingdom would have been thrown into turmoil and civil war when Egbert died. But now they had Harold.

His upbringing was, to say the least, protective. He rarely was allowed out of the palace, and only then inside an armored carriage. Lord Russell was appointed his guardian, and the austere man was with the Prince wherever he went, even sleeping just outside the Royal Chamber. Tutors were hired to teach him, and as Harold reached his teens, hours of physical training were added to his routine. On his sixteenth birthday, the King asked his son what he would like as a gift.

"I'd like a friend," the lonely boy said.

One by one, the sons of all the prominent nobles were brought forth to be interviewed by the Prince.

"Too stuffy", the young man would say. "Too conceited", or "Boring".

Then, by chance, he noticed the lad who was cleaning out the fireplace in his bedchamber.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Billy, your highness," the boy said.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen, same as you, your highness."

And for the next hour they talked. Billy was good-natured and had lots of funny stories to tell, and Harold liked him instantly.

"Would you like to be my friend?" the Prince asked.

"Sure, your highness, if it's OK with my dad."

At Harold's request, Billy was relieved of all of his former duties, and for one hour every afternoon he attended Harold. Lord Russell was dismissed during those times, much to his annoyance, and the young man was instructed to call the Prince "Hal" instead of "Your Highness".

They played chess, they went out into the private courtyard and threw a ball back and forth, and they talked about the people they knew. Soon the time was extended to two hours, and for the first time in his life, Harold realized that he was having fun.

One afternoon, after Billy had told an especially outrageous joke, the Prince furrowed his brow and said, "I have to leave now."

"Why?" asked his new friend.

"I have to use the toilet."

"No big deal. I'll wait for you."

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Harold seemed very concerned.

"Of course not. I've been sworn to secrecy," Billy replied. "What's so terrible about needing a pee?"

"Princes aren't supposed to do such things. And I have to do it all too often." He pinched his crotch. Then he got up and hastily headed for his apartment, and Billy went home.

A few days later, the same thing happened. "I shouldn't have had that lemonade," the Prince said as he left in rather a hurry. This time, Billy was still there when he returned. "Don't you ever have to use the toilet?" Harold asked.

"I usually go before I come here," the young man said, "but if I do have to go, I just hold it until I leave."

"Tomorrow, don't go before you come here."

The following day, the two young men were playing chess in the private courtyard when Billy announced, "I didn't pee before I came here like you said, and I really have to go."

The Prince was immediately excited. "Do you think you might wet your pants?"

"Naw. I can hold it if I have to, but I'll probably take a leak behind some tree on my way home."

"Would you do it here and let me watch?"

"If that's what you want. I'm not bashful, especially if I have to pee bad enough."

"I've never seen someone else's pee-thing before."

"My pecker? It's nothing special."

Billy marched over to a tree and opened his fly. The Prince stared in awe as the young man pulled out a very substantial, uncut cock and peed mightily against the trunk. He peed for quite a long time.

"You must have had to go very badly," Harold remarked.

"I could have held it longer," Billy responded modestly.

"Your thing is so big!" the Prince exclaimed as his friend tucked it away.

"It gets bigger." Billy winked and grinned.

Chapter Two - The Accident

The next afternoon, lemonade was served as soon as Harold's friend arrived, and as the young man was drinking it he said, "I guess you want to watch me water that tree again. I haven't gone all day, so I'll have to do it pretty soon."

"You mean you haven't used the toilet since you got up?" The Prince was amazed.

"Yeah, that's why I have to go pretty bad right now."

"The Royal Physician has told me to go as soon as I feel the need. He said that waiting would overexcite me, and that I'm too young for that."

Billy looked him up and down. "You look like you're pretty much grown up now."

They threw a ball around, play-wrestled a bit, drank more lemonade, and then sat down at the chessboard. The young man squirmed in his seat. "I really should pee before we start," he stated.

"Wait a while. Perhaps if you win you can go," the Prince responded with a smile.

Half an hour into the game Billy gripped his crotch and said, "Hal, I've been holding it since before I came here, and then all that lemonade. I just can't hold it any longer."

The Prince produced a small bag. "I have some pants in here that are like yours in case you have an accident."

That was little consolation to Billy, as he certainly didn't want to wet his pants in front of the Prince. He clamped his legs together and pinched his pecker, but moments later he felt a warm squirt into his underwear.

"Hal, I can't help it. I'm wetting my pants," he said with tears coming to his eyes.

"Stand up and let me see," Harold said as he rubbed his own crotch, and he stared as his friend's pants darkened and glistening rivers ran down his legs and dripped on the ground.

"I'm so sorry," Billy stated. "I'd better go home now." He burned with embarrassment.

"Put these on," the Prince told him as he handed over the bag.

The young man went behind a bush and changed, putting his wet things in the bag. When he came back, Harold said with a sly grin, "I have to use the toilet myself. But I'm not going to right now. Let's finish our chess game."

By the time Billy was due to leave, the Prince was fidgeting quite a bit. "You know, it's really rather exciting to have to use the toilet and just hold it in. What would Lord Russell say if I wet my pants?"

"Maybe you'd better not find out," his friend advised. "He might not let me come here anymore."

Right after Billy left, the Prince ran to his apartment and peed strongly into the toilet, savoring the wonderful sensations of relief. Then he realized that he had an erection, and he was tempted to rub it, but he remembered the strict rule that the Royal Seed must never be wasted in such a manner, and regretfully he placed his organ back in his trousers. Still, he thought, this has been a wonderful day.

Billy was more cautious the next day. He peed just before going to the palace, and he had only one glass of lemonade when it was offered. Prince Harold was clearly disappointed, though he did confide to his friend during the visit, "I have to use the toilet. Yesterday when I held it in, it felt so good when I went. And I did a lot more than I usually do."

"Just don't let anyone catch you at it," Billy advised. "And it's not so much fun when you're holding it because you have to rather than because you want to."

"Like you did yesterday?"

"Yeah. I was scared when I realized I couldn't hold it, and I felt real bad about wetting my pants in front of you."

"I thought it was wonderful!" the Prince exclaimed.

At Billy's departure, Harold again ran to his toilet and peed with great relief. This time, his erection was more persistent, and Lord Russell glared when he noticed the bulge in his young charge's pants.

At dinner, the King observed, "Hal, you've seemed a lot happier lately, and your tutors report that you're doing better in your lessons."

"That's because I have a friend," the Prince replied. "Do you think he could stay longer? Perhaps stay overnight? Do you think he could live here?"

"Perhaps tomorrow he can stay for dinner at least," the old King told his son. "We should all get to know him. Lord Russell complains that you send him away when the young man comes."

"Lord Russell is an old spoil-sport. It's time I was allowed to be more on my own. I'd like to go out more."

"The future of the kingdom depends on you and your seed. It's my duty to protect you."

Chapter Three - Sir Wesley

The Prince greeted Billy the next day with enthusiasm. "You can stay through dinnertime today! We'll send a messenger to your family to let them know. Isn't that great?"

The young man was pleased, and when their two hours of fun and conversation was up, Harold said, "Now you can come along with me to my physical training session. Excuse me for a minute while I use the toilet first."

The two boys entered the gymnasium area and stopped in the changing room. The Prince instructed Billy to strip to his underwear and put on shorts, as he was doing. Before going into the gym they appraised each other.

The Prince was tall, blonde, slender and very well muscled, while Billy was shorter, darker, and perhaps beefier. His shorts seemed well-filled.

The instructor, Sir Wesley, was a man in his thirties with massive muscles and a homely but kind face. The bulge at his crotch was also massive, and as the boys went through their exercises, Harold stared at it a lot. They were both dripping with sweat when the session ended, and they went into separate shower rooms to clean up and change.

Dinner at the palace was served late, so the boys had ample time to walk around and observe the servants at work and to explore some of the little-used buildings in the complex. The Prince provided his friend with several glasses of lemonade, and just before the dinner gong, Billy asked, "Is there a toilet I can use?"

"I'm sure you can hold it in until after dinner," Harold responded with a smile.

Billy managed to contain his bladder through the long meal, and even to converse with the King, the Queen, and the several unmarried princesses who still lived in the palace. But the moment that he and the Prince started down the long corridor to the outer courtyard he gripped his crotch and said, "Hal, I'm about to pee in my pants. Where can I go, quick!"

Two guards smiled knowingly as the boy relieved himself against a wall in the courtyard and then sped on his way home in the darkness.

Prince Harold had never before dared to consider how arousing it was to see someone desperate to pee, or how exciting it was to hold his own pee. For all his life he had kept such thoughts suppressed, but he would do so no longer. Once in his apartment he dismissed his bedchamber assistant and stripped to his underpants, which were tented lewdly.

He was sure he would spill the Royal Seed in his bed that night anyway, so after locking his chamber door he went into the bath and fondled his rigid penis in ways he had never done before. When he exploded, it was all he could do to keep from crying out in joy.

A week later, Harold addressed the King. "Father, can Billy join me in my morning lessons? It would be good for me to have someone to study with and to discuss things with."

King Egbert considered the proposal. "You are spending quite a lot of time with this young man. He hasn't a drop of noble blood, so he isn't in any way your equal, but I suppose he's a safe companion, and he seems to understand his place."

"Oh, yes, Father," the Prince said. "He's very respectful to me." After a pause he continued. "In order for him to be ready for my first lesson at 8:00, perhaps he should stay here at the palace."

The King thought for a long time. "I suppose we could find space for him in the servant's quarters."

"There is a couch in the anteroom of my apartment. He could sleep there."

King Egbert frowned. "Lord Russell sleeps there. He needs to be close by for your protection."

"Lord Russell couldn't protect me from a baby. He's too old and frail. Billy is strong and loyal, and he'd keep an army away."

"I suppose you're right. Then it shall be so. Have your Billy stay in the anteroom, and I'll find other rooms for Lord Russell. Of course, when we find you a suitable bride, Billy must go."

"Thank you, Father!"

The Prince informed Billy that afternoon. "Bring whatever things you have tomorrow, and the Royal Tailor will fit you to appropriate clothing. Now we can be real friends!"

Chapter Four - Playing Games

Billy was reluctant to leave his home and family, but they encouraged him to take advantage of the opportunities that this situation might present. He packed his few things and arrived at the palace right after breakfast. When he was shown his quarters, he was impressed by the opulence of the room.

"What bath shall I use?" he asked.

"Lord Russell used the facilities just down the hall, but you will use mine," the Prince told him. "Under no circumstances will you use any other."

Lessons in English, history and science confused the young man, but he showed considerable ingenuity and profited from them all. Harold excused himself for a couple of minutes and then they proceeded to lunch.

"I need to pee," Billy confided as they entered the dining room.

"You'll manage," the Prince replied.

Lunch was extensive, and when the two young men left the dining hall, Billy said softly, "I'm sorry, but I have to pee right now or I'll wet myself."

They sped to the Prince's quarters, and Harold watched him pee with awe. "Your pee-thing is so big, and you go so much!" he exclaimed.

Billy blushed.

In the afternoon, they had a long mathematics lesson and then a session with Sir Wesley for physical training. The King and Queen were going to dinner at Duke Percival's manor, so the Prince requested an early supper. Then they retired to Harold's apartments, supposedly to study.

For the first hour, they reviewed the day's lessons, and they both drank several glasses of cider.

"I need to use the toilet," Harold stated as he shifted in his seat. "But I think I will wait a while."

Half an hour later, the Prince asked, "When you have to go, what do you do to hold it in?"

"I cross my legs, or I press them together. I try not to think about it."

"Thinking about it makes my pee-thing get stiff. Is that supposed to happen?"

Billy smiled. "Only if needing to pee turns you on. And I guess it does."

"Don't you have to go?"

"A little, but after all that cider it's going to get bad pretty quick."

Harold crossed his legs, poked at his penis, and tried not to think about his need. But minutes later he jumped up and ran for the toilet. Returning, there was an obvious dribble down the front of his bulging trousers.

"I felt so good to go," he remarked.

"I can see that," Billy commented dryly. Then he crossed his own legs. Half an hour later, he was squirming and pinching quite overtly. "I don't think I can hold it any longer," he said.

"I have to go again, too," the Prince stated with a smile. "Is your thing get stiff because you have to go?"

"Sometimes that happens, for a while," the young man admitted. "But when it gets really bad it's not easy to stay hard. Can I use your bathroom?"

"Not yet."

A few minutes later, despite all his gyrations, Billy wet his pants. He began a tearful apology, but Harold cut it short. "It gets me very excited when that happens," he said, "so don't feel bad about it. You really tried to hold it in for a long time." Then the Prince stood up saying, "I don't know how long I can hold it," and he proceeded to let it loose in his elegant trousers.

"Oh, that feels great!" Harold exclaimed as wetness flowed down his legs. "Oh, this is great fun!"

Billy didn't think so, but at least now they were in the same situation. "What are we going to do about our wet pants?" he asked.

The Prince produced two pairs of cotton pants. "We'll change into these, and then I know what to do about the wet ones." He went into the bathroom to change, leaving Billy to do the same in the large bedroom. Being the stockier of the two, the pants fitted the young man very snugly. When Harold returned, showing some tenting on his front, he scooped up the wet clothes and rang for a servant. "Send Arthur here," he told the elderly man who responded to the summons.

Arthur proved to be a short, muscular young man who was obviously not very bright. "Take these and carry them out to the woods and bury them," he requested, and the dim man didn't question the order.

"Arthur owes me a favor," the Prince explained as soon as the man was gone. "I had him stand guard in my anteroom all day just last week, and I caught him relieving himself out the window. He knows that if I tell Lord Russell he will be severely punished. He can't hold it in very well." Harold grinned.

The two lads finished their studies and played some chess, and all the while Harold gaped at Billy's crotch. The thin fabric showed the outlines of his cock and balls, and the Prince was clearly impressed. Finally he said, "Can I put my hand on it?"

The young man was confused. "Put your hand on what?"

Harold pointed.

"My pecker?" Billy asked, quite surprised.

Harold nodded.

The young man blushed. "Guys don't usually put their hands on other guys' equipment."

"Just this once," the Prince requested, and Billy nodded.

Harold reached over and cupped his hand over his friend's bulge. To his delight and Billy's great embarrassment, it began to swell until the Prince felt a hard, thick rod in his grasp. He couldn't resist the temptation to manipulate it.

The young man grabbed Harold's wrist and pulled his hand away. "You don't want to do that."

"That's a wrong thing to do? Don't you ever do it to yourself?"

Billy blushed again. "Well, yeah, but that's different. When guys do it to each other, that means they're queer."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, it means you won't beget an heir, and that's something you're supposed to do."

"I'll find a way," the Prince concluded.

At bedtime, Harold allowed Billy to use the Royal Shower and the Royal Toilet, and they settled into their respective beds. In the morning, the Prince heard a rap on his door. He admitted his friend, who said at once, "Is it OK if I pee?"

"Only if I can watch you," Harold replied, and he was allowed that viewing. Half an hour later they breakfasted together, and then they proceeded to their lessons, lunch, and then physical training with Sir Wesley.

After the session, when they were showered and changed back into their regular clothing, the Prince asked, "Have you seen other men's pee-things? Are they like yours?"

"I've seen a few, but I never really paid attention to them," Billy replied.

"Another thing. The guards are on duty four hours at a time. I wonder if they have to use the toilet while they're standing there?"

"Maybe, but four hours isn't a long time to wait."

Chapter Five - More Games

Harold decided that he wanted to have an early supper, so he sent word to the kitchen that a tray should be sent to his bedchamber at 6:00, along with plenty of cider. "My father won't miss us at the dinner table," he stated. Then he approached one of the guards, a tall, powerful-looking young man, and said, "I don't want to be disturbed in my studies tonight. Please follow me to my apartment and stand outside the door." The guard did as he was told.

The two young men had their supper, and then the Prince filled a rather enormous tumbler with cider and opened the door to the corridor. "How long have you been on duty?" he asked the guard.

"Five hours, your highness. I was due to be replaced, but I'll stay here as long as you need me."

"Very good. You must be thirsty. Drink this cider, and that will help you to keep up your strength."

The guard was surprised and perhaps a bit apprehensive, but he drank the cider as ordered.

Back in the room, Harold said to his friend with a smile, "I have to use the toilet. Do you?"

"I could use a pee, but I can wait a while."

"I'll wait a while, too."

But within half an hour, the Prince was jiggling his crossed legs. "Oh, I need to go really badly now!"

"Better not wet your pants," Billy advised. "We can't keep sending our clothes out to be buried."

Reluctantly, Harold went into the bath and peed forcefully, and when he returned he exclaimed, "That felt so good, and now my thing is stiff." Then he smiled. "I wonder how the guard is making out?" He opened the outer door.

"Your highness," said the guard, "will you be needing me through the night? I can send for a replacement."

"No need," Harold replied. "In fact, why don't you step inside for a bit? We're just finishing our studies and you can share in our refreshments."

The big man entered the anteroom nervously and the Prince thrust another large tumbler of cider into his hand. "Drink up!" he said cheerfully.

For the next little while, the boys opened and closed books and appeared busy, glancing occasionally into the anteroom. Then the guard approached the doorway, his face a bit red and sweaty.

"Excuse me, your highness."

"What is it?" Harold inquired pleasantly.

"Your highness, if you need someone here I should send for a replacement."

"We'll be only a few more minutes."

The big man was subtly shifting his weight from foot to foot, and his face showed extreme discomfort. Then, in a strained voice he said, "Your highness."

The Prince gave him a look of annoyance. "What is it?"

"Your highness," he began, and he squirmed visibly. "Your highness, I need relief."

"I know you've been on duty longer than usual, but you look fit enough to do it."

"Your highness," and his hand darted briefly to the front of his uniform trousers. "Your highness, I need to relieve myself most urgently." His expression now was one of panic.

"Surely a man of your strength is able to hold his water," Harold told him.

The guard gave his cock a firm squeeze. "Your highness, I've been holding my water all evening. It was the cider, your highness."

Hoping that his erection wasn't too noticeable, the Prince sighed and motioned to the man. "Follow me." He also indicated that Billy should come along. He stood beside the toilet and pointed. "You can make your water there."

Burning with embarrassment, the guard hastily undid his trousers and pulled out a long, slender, uncut cock, which began to spout even before it was properly aimed. Pee splashed a bit on the floor before it rumbled endlessly in the bowl. He gushed for perhaps a full minute before giving his final squirt.

"I'm so sorry, your highness!" he croaked. "I'm so sorry!" The man was practically in tears.

"No matter. I'll have it cleaned up," Harold said generously. "And I won't report your weakness. Not this time, anyhow."

"Oh, thank you, your highness!" the man said with sincere gratitude.

"But perhaps you need some practice with holding your water. I believe your name is Gerard?"

"Yes, your highness. I'd be most grateful for your advice."

"I may summon you some other night to work on the problem."

"Thank you, your highness."

"You are dismissed."

The guard left in a hurry, and Billy immediately stepped up to the toilet. Without asking, he pulled out his own considerable cock and peed mightily. "I thought I'd pee my pants for sure before he left. He wasn't the only one who's been holding his water all evening!"

The Prince's handsome face was flushed. "My thing is so stiff and it feels like something might happen," he told his friend nervously. "You must excuse me for a while."

Billy discreetly retired to the antechamber and closed the door. Moments later, Harold gasped in ecstasy as gob after gob of Royal Seed spat into the toilet. When he had recovered, he called his friend back into the room.

"I guess that Gerard fellow and I really got you excited with our peeing," Billy remarked.

"Do you do that, too?" the Prince asked.

"Whack off? Sure, lots of times."

"Would you let me watch you?"

He thought for a moment. "I don't know. But we'll see."

Chapter Six - Weekend Adventures

On Saturday morning, Billy was permitted to go home for the weekend, and Harold wondered how he might spend the time. He had enjoyed some new and thrilling experiences in recent days, and he wanted more. Right after lunch, he sent for Arthur.

"I want to try my hand at painting some of the views from the palace, and you will carry my things for me," he ordered pleasantly.

"Yes, your highness," the short, muscular man responded.

"But first, so that you won't get thirsty following me around, drink this flask of cider." It was quite a large flask, but the dim man complied.

One room overlooked open fields, with the Royal Forest in the distance, and Harold spent an hour trying to capture the beauty of the scene. He wasn't too successful. Then they walked on to another room that had a view of the river.

The Prince sent for more cider for his servant, and then began his painting.

"Your highness," the short man called out.

"What is it?" Harold inquired.

"Your highness, I needs to do some piss."

"You can do that later."

"Your highness, I needs to do piss now."

The Prince sighed. "We'll go back to my apartment and talk about this problem you seem to have." Once there, he carefully locked the door and guided the man into the Royal Bath.

"Do you remember what happened a few weeks ago?"

"Yes, your highness. I did my piss out the window, and that was wrong." He shifted his feet rapidly and eyed the toilet. "I needs to do piss right now."

Harold was very excited. "I can't have you wetting your pants. Take them off."

Without a moment's hesitation, the dull young man removed his trousers and gave his bulging underpants a squeeze. "Can I do my piss now? I gotta do it real bad."

"Can't your pee-thing hold it in? Let me see it."

Arthur dropped his underpants to reveal a short, thick cock amid the mass of dark hair at his groin. He gripped it and gave it a pull.

"That's not enough," the Prince declared, and with a trembling hand he grabbed the man's cock and pulled on it repeatedly. He felt it swell in his grasp. "If you make it man-sized, it will hold your water like a man." He continued to pull and rub until it became a rigid post straight out from its hairy nest, and too thick for him to get his fingers around. The short man groaned.

"Your highness, I still gotta do piss awful bad."

In utter fascination, Harold continued to rub and manipulate the organ as it began to ooze, and at last Arthur gasped and cried out as gobs shot out onto the floor. Scarcely had the firing ceased when a dribble, and then a gush of pee splattered on the tiles. It cascaded for just a short while but with great force, and when it stopped the slow-witted young man said, "I told you I had to do piss awful bad, your highness."

Still naked from the waist down, Arthur cleaned up the mess. The Prince told the man to get dressed and received his promise that this incident would never be revealed to anyone, and as soon as he was dismissed, Harold fired his own salvo into the toilet. Later that evening, as he thought about Arthur and his short, thick pee-thing, he spilled more Royal Seed.

On Sundays, the major meal of the day was served in midafternoon, and the Prince asked that Sir Wesley dine with the family to discuss his physical training program. Harold had the massively muscled man sit next to him, and he poured goblet after goblet of wine for him until the big knight refused more. As they all left the Great Hall, Harold followed his trainer saying, "Perhaps we should continue our conversation in my apartments."

Sir Wesley nodded. "Certainly, but first I must relieve myself."

"You can do that in the Royal Bath," the Prince suggested.

The big knight smiled. "If you would like to watch me pass water, you have only to ask."

Harold blushed. "Why do you say that?"

"We've worked together for several years, and I know what you look at and what you think. You have few secrets from me."

Once in the bedchamber with the door secured, Sir Wesley asked, "Must I hold it in longer, or may I relieve myself?"

"A man your size must be able to hold quite a bit."

The knight grinned. "Not always so, but in my case I've been known to hold it in for a number of hours. There are other men my size that run to the toilet several times a day, and also smaller men who are like the camels you have read about."

Harold glanced at the man's crotch. "All parts of you seem to be large."

Sir Wesley grinned again. "So you'd like to see my pizzle. Then come and watch." He strode into the Royal Bath and extracted a very large cock. "When I'm aroused, it's more than ten inches long, and too thick for some women." Then he proceeded to pee like a firehose for more than a minute, and leaving it hanging out of his pants he said, "Is your curiosity satisfied?"

"For the moment," the Prince replied. He would have like to manipulate this huge organ as he had done Arthur's, but he didn't dare ask.

As the knight tucked his hose away he said, "If you have needs that cannot be made public, I am both flexible and discreet. It would be better to make use of me rather than some person who would bring disgrace upon the royal family."

"But you have a wife and children."

"That's so. It's been my preference to sleep with women, but the needs of the realm are greater than my own. If using me to satisfy your desires keeps our kingdom at peace, so be it."

"Thank you, Sir Wesley. You are a true noble."

Chapter Seven - Complications

Billy was back on Monday morning, pleased that he had the opportunity to be with his family for two days. They had their lessons all morning, and before lunch Harold grinned at his friend and said, "I really need to use the toilet, and I know I can't wait."

"So you been holding it for a while?" Billy observed with a smile.

"Since science. I wonder what old Dr. Grimwald would have said if I had wet my pants in front of him?"

"I wouldn't try it if I was you. There will be time for that this evening."

They arrived at Sir Wesley's domain a few minutes early, and the big knight was just finishing a late lunch. As the boys emerged from the changing rooms he said, "I'll get you started on some exercises, but then I must go and relieve myself before we do anything further." He winked at the Prince.

Yet he didn't leave, and they worked out for well over an hour. As they headed for the changing and shower rooms, their instructor said, "Your highness, would it be permitted for me to use the toilet in your room? I'm in a rather great need."

Harold watched with awe as the knight released his penis, which was swollen to nearly its full size, and had he timed it, he would have known that the pee went on for a minute and a half. "I've haven't gone all day," Sir Wesley explained with a smile. "I thought you might enjoy the show."

When the two young men were upstairs in the Royal Apartment, Billy remarked, "I'm surprised that Sir Wesley was so open about needing a piss. Or did I miss something over the weekend?" He gave the Prince a sly grin.

"You missed a couple of things," Harold replied excitedly. "Sir Wesley peed for me, and I played with Arthur's pee-thing!"

Billy scowled. "Wesley knows what he's doing, but that poor Arthur hasn't the wits to agree to anything."

The Prince was immediately deflated. "You mean I did the wrong thing?"

"If Arthur didn't mind, I suppose it was OK. But I wouldn't make a habit of it with the other servants. That's the sort of thing you do with someone what wants to do it."

"Well, you wouldn't let me, so I had to find someone else."

Billy thought for a moment. "Let me think about it. Maybe I was too quick to turn you down."

That evening, after both of them had come within seconds of wetting their pants, Billy said, "You watched me take a piss several times, but I've never watched you. If you let me, I'll let you to play a little."

"No one has ever watched me use the toilet!" the Prince exclaimed.

"That's the deal. Take it or leave it."

Harold considered the offer as they drank more cider, and when he was filled to bursting he said, "I've got to go right now. You can come along, if you'd like."

Nervously, the Prince stood at the bowl and released his cock, concealing it with his hand as best he could. Though he strained and pushed, not a drop came out. His bladder was aching, but he couldn't pee.

"That's OK," his friend said calmly. "You aren't used to having someone watch. We'll try it again some other time." As soon as he left the room Harold gushed with great relief.

When Harold returned to the bedchamber, Billy said, "You can rub it through my pants if you want to. Just don't make me cum in my drawers." And that's just what he did. The Prince fondled his friend's mound until a stiff rod poked down his leg inside his pants, and he kept at it until Billy grabbed his wrist and told him to stop. "You really know how to get a guy horny," he said. "Maybe I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with you some day."

Harold was shocked. He felt that what he had been doing was just adolescent play, but sharing a bed with another man meant sex, and that was only for a man to do with his wife.

A few minutes later, Billy announced, "I gotta take a piss. Come on in with me."

Now that Harold had appraised Sir Wesley's huge tool, he looked at Billy's more objectively. It was bigger than his own, but not the size of the knight's.

Still, it had its own unique attractiveness. When they went to their respective beds, the Prince jacked off with visions of all the cocks he had viewed in the past few days.