Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2020 06:23:50 +0000 (UTC) From: Kyle Newton Subject: The Prince and the Jester Disclaimer: The following story is purely fictional. Any similarity in plot or resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Do not copy or publish this story without expressed permission from the author. For a list of my other stories, please see my Google Doc: http://bit.ly/KNStories4352 -------------------------------------------------- **The Prince and the Jester** by Kyle Newton The Great Autumn Feast of the Haedleigh Kingdom was in full swing. Most of the kingdom's population had gathered in the Great Hall either as a guest of the royal panel or a working staff member of the castle. The extravagant décor framed the hall in bright colours of orange, yellow and red. This feast signalled the end to the two-week affair that celebrated the prosperous harvest and future of the kingdom. Long tables ran parallel down the length of the colossal hall, which seated the royal guests and all those who weren't actively working to make the feast happen. Many workers moved amongst the tables, filling beverage cups and supplying food. At the north end of the hall was a separate table that sat on a raised platform and overlooked the entire hall. There sat the most important members of the royal panel. Seated in the middle of this row was Prince Adam Broderick. Along with his sister, Princess Awen Broderick, they inherited the Kingdom of Haedleigh when their last remaining parent, King Broderick, died unexpectedly eight months ago. Since then, the Broderick siblings had quickly and quietly learned the ways of ruling an entire kingdom with the help of the royal panel. It hadn't been an easy road but their father had trained them well in many aspects. As the night of the autumn feast progressed it didn't escape Prince Adam the glances that he received from members of his kingdom. The 34-year-old heir noticed the whispers between both royal and non-royal people as they were surprised to see that their prince had graced their presence. Ever since King Broderick passed away, Prince Adam disappeared from the public eye. He remained within the tightly guarded walls of the royal palace, seldomly venturing out into the communal spaces unless absolutely necessary as dictated by his royal duties. His sister, the more personable of the sibling pair, would be amongst the working people every day, maintaining morale and confidence of the monarchy. Rumours spread like wildfire within the kingdom – some thought Prince Adam had fallen into a deep depression and became suicidal after the death of his father; other rumours involved the talk about him becoming father to a bastard child after getting a peasant woman pregnant. Those who were fortunate enough, or unfortunate some may say, to have dealt with him in the past eight months reported that his temper was short, his words were razor sharp, and his demeanour intimidating. This was such a change from the carefree nature that the world saw before the death of King Broderick. Many sympathised with the prince, understanding how tough the last eight months had been for the Broderick siblings. Others were less kind and vocally proclaimed the downfall of the Haedleigh kingdom. The fact that Prince Adam made a presence at the autumn feast delighted many of his people and confused others. He didn't appear to engage in much conversations with others; not even his sister. Instead, he just focused on slowly eating the contents of his plate and surveying all his people who had gathered in the Great Hall. After his fifth glass of wine, he decided that he had enough of this evening. As he thought about abandoning the royal table a young man dressed in a smart orange and yellow stripped tunic and a festive jester's hat bounced onto the platform and addressed the royal table. Most of the panel members cheered at the sight of the Royal Jester. "Good evening our royal members!" The Royal Jester walked down the length of the table and hi-fived a few members of the panel. The young 19-year-old jester was already a favourite among the royals. As expected, Prince Adam did not return the gesture and instead rolled his eyes at the brightly-clad young man. Hector, the jester, simply winked at Prince Adam as he skipped on past. The jester threw out a few jokes that earned him the thunderous belly laugh of the rotund military advisor sitting to Prince Adam's left. Over the next thirty minutes, Jester Hector entertained the royal table with whimsical anecdotes and sarcastic observations he made of the neighbouring kingdoms. On several occasions, Prince Adam thought of leaving the table but every time his gaze met the jester's he felt his breath hitch and his body freeze. He felt so mesmerised by the jester's green eyes. Likewise, he hadn't missed the moments when the jester's gaze lingered on his own. "And don't get me started on Queen Rhosolyn of Alderrdeen Kingdom. Did you see her at this year's royalty ball? She looked like a cow stuffed into a potato sack." A spray of wine shot out of Princess Awen's mouth as she howled with laughter. Prince Adam furrowed his brow at her and shot a look at the jester which spoke, `seriously?'. The jester smirked at the prince and carried on with his mocking tirade on their royal neighbours. His comments were biting and offensive. You could hear other guests who overheard the jester gasp at the distasteful commentary. Prince Adam watched the jester deliver his satirical monologue with apathy. He rolled his eyes at each of the jester's jokes, which the jester acknowledged with many more smirks. Prince Adam narrowed his eyes at him multiple times. The jester wrapped up his act and left the royal table with the applause of the royal panel. For the umpteenth time that night, Prince Adam rolled his eyes as he withheld his own applause. He scooted his chair back and left the table. He spied the jester turn a corner and enter the east wing of the hall. The prince followed him. He followed the jester into a store room and found him unbuttoning his tunic. The jester turned to the door when he heard footsteps. He was pleasantly surprised by who he found. "Adam," he nodded at the prince. Prince Adam folded his arms and his mouth formed a thin line. He walked towards the jester. He couldn't help but ogle at the bare chest of the jester. "Hector," he returned. Hector folded up his tunic and shoved it in his bag. His actions and manner were casual and lacked the usual formality that others displayed when in the presence of royalty. "It was good to see you out of the royal palace tonight." Hector made a point to look right at the prince. The prince ignored the comment. "What was with tonight's act?" Prince Adam frowned as a smirk broke out on the jester's face again. He was starting to get really sick of that damn mouth. "What? You didn't enjoy my jokes?" Hector walked up to the prince until they were chest to chest. The prince studied the hazel flecks in the jester's eyes and the freckles that decorated the bridge of his nose. "You always enjoyed whatever I had to say," the jester whispered. Prince Adam stepped back and closed his eyes for a second before looking back at Hector. "You said some very inappropriate things in your act. What would the King Stront say if he heard what you said about his son?" Hector's eye brows shot up before turning away from the prince and rummaged through his bag to fish out a shirt to wear. He didn't reply until he buttoned up his shirt and turned to face the prince with amusement on his face. "So, you suddenly care about what others think now? How about the last eight months when you hid away from your kingdom?" Hector shot back. Prince Adam looked shocked before glaring at the jester. He marched up to the jester and got in his face. "I'm sorry I didn't come out to play with you anymore. I was too busy looking after a kingdom," the prince sneered. Hector scoffed and shook his head. He turned his back to the prince again and zipped up his bag. "Don't give me that, Adam." The jester grimaced as he lifted his bag onto his shoulder and started walking away from the prince. He felt the prince grab him by the arm to stop him. "Don't you walk away from me, jester." "I'm not walking away from you, prince," Hector spat out the last word. "You already walked away from me long ago." Hector tore his arm from the prince's grasp and continued walking towards the door. He heard the prince's footsteps pick up behind him and overtake him. The prince shoved the jester away from the door and slammed it shut. He turned the lock before swivelling on his feet to face Hector again. "What are you-," Hector started as Prince Adam moved up to him. He felt the prince cup his face with his hands and his lips mash into his. He moaned and leaned into the tall prince. The prince didn't remember the jester's lips feeling so soft. Prince Adam moved his hands to the younger man's waist, travelled down to cup his firm buttock and pulled him closer to his body. Hector wrapped his arms around the prince's neck and continued to moan into the older man's mouth. He started grinding his hardening cock into the other man's groin. They shuffled back until Hector felt the back of his legs hit a table. The prince started undressing him. Hector felt his pants and underwear be dragged down before the prince lifted him onto the table so that he was seated on top. Prince Adam dropped to his knees and grasped the jester's cock, gave it a few strokes before diving in with his mouth. He took the cock into his warm mouth and worked his tongue over the sensitive head. Hector threw his head back as his hands clutched the prince's well-groomed hair. He gasped and whimpered as the prince worked his expert mouth on his sex. "Adam," he moaned. The prince stood up and pushed his lips on the jester's again. He roughly stroked the head of Hector's wet cock and cause the younger man to buckle at his touch. Prince Adam pulled back when he felt his thick throbbing cock strain within his pants and took little time to shuck off his own clothing. Hector jumped off the table and knelt in front of his prince. He took the older man's hefty, thick cock in his own hands and gave it a few firm, purposeful strokes. "Oh, I've missed this cock so much," the jester whispered as he squeezed out a few drops of precum from the prince's cock. He leaned in and licked them off the piss slit. The prince groaned out as he felt the warm mouth begin to engulf his sensitive cock. He started thrusting his hips as Hector continued slobbering all over his thick cock. "I've missed your sweet mouth," the prince purred as he ran his fingers through the young man's thick locks. The jester worked his witty mouth all over the prince's thick meat earning him praise from the royal member. The prince closed his eyes and smiled as he felt coursing up his body a pleasure that he had forgotten so long ago. He felt a warm breath on his balls and looked down to see the jester's green eyes peering up at him before he took the prince's low-hanging balls into his mouth, sucking them with purpose. He grabbed the younger man's head with both hands and pushed his groin harder against this face. Hector pulled back to exhale and grinned as a stream of saliva dripped down his chin. "How do you want me, prince?" Prince Adam pulled Hector up and positioned him bent over the table, ass in the air. The prince crouched down and pulled Hector's cheeks apart revealing a sweet, pink hole. He licked his lips before burying his face into the intimate space and slobbered the sensitive skin. The jester squirmed and moaned as he felt the prince's stubble roughly rub against his delicate area and the warm tongue probe his hole. Hector felt the other man grab his cock between his legs and began stroking. He collapsed onto the table and rested his head against the cool wooden surface as he felt a tongue run from the underside of his cock, over his balls and over his ass hole. Hector shuddered and whimpered out Prince Adam's name. "You ready, boy?" Prince Adam growled. He stood up, spat into his hand and slicked up his own cock. He looked on to see Hector nodding his head silently feverishly. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he said as he pushed his engorged cock again the jester's trembling hole. "Mhm," Hector squeaked out. He felt the thick cock push against his opening and the satisfying burn as it pushed past his tight hole. Hector sighed and he felt his entire body tense then relax as his body was given what it needed. The prince pulled back and thrusted deep again, feeling the soft inside of Hector's body stroke the sensitive nerves on his cock. Hector grunted as the prince continued to pound his ass with the vigour of trying to catch up with lost time. The prince bent over and hovered his mouth over Hector's ear. "Is this what you need, jester?" each word emphasised with a strong thrust. Hector whined with each penetration. Hector felt the prince pick up his pace and the grip around waist tighten. Through gritted teeth Prince Adam grunted as he plunged deeply into his jester one more time. "Take my seed, boy," he groaned as he threw back his head and felt his cock spew his load into the bowels of the young man. He felt the hot hole spasm around his cock and heard the splatter of cum hit the floor as Hector unloaded his own seed. They both collapsed on the table, the prince on top of Hector. They rested a minute to catch their breath. Hector felt the prince lift himself up off his back and place a kiss on the back of his neck. Prince Adam's softening cock slipped out of the jester's used hole and Hector felt a copious amount of cum run down his leg. "That's a good look on you, jester," the prince quipped as he gave Hector a slap on the ass. Hector got off the table and turned to face the prince. There stood Prince Adam, hair dishevelled, soft cock slick with his cum and a lazy grin on his face. Hector couldn't help but approach the prince and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I think so too," Hector placed another gentle kiss, "my prince." Prince Adam smiled and grabbed Hector into a deep embrace. *The end*