The King's Consort

The King’s Prize-3

The troopers had stripped Pan so that all who had gathered could see the bronzed, athletic body of the king’s new acquisition. Countless pairs of eyes scrutinised him; his black hair and his striking green eyes that were partially hidden beneath a long fringe, the small trail of hair that led from his navel down to the thick bush of pubic hair surrounding his semi-hard, uncut c**k, his muscular buttocks and finally the muscular thighs that promised muscular calf muscles, presently hidden by the sides of the cart.

Sounds of approval rose up from every side. “He’s a pretty one,” said a scrubber woman in a damp apron. “The best yet,” said another. Pan blushed. He even detected approval in the eyes of the men that jostled for a view of the king’s latest acquisition. He smiled though his stomach was twisting itself into knots.

As the procession made its way towards the gates of King Seronisis’ private sanctuary, the three Hapsid Troopers riding in the back of the cart clambered out and started walking, two in front of the sergeant and his horse and the other one bringing up the rear. When they arrived at the reinforced iron gates the troopers pushed them open and the cart trundled through. On the other side they came to a small, enclosed area where Pan was instructed to alight from the cart.

“This way,” said the sergeant after dismounting.

Pan followed as the sergeant led him to an ornately carved wooden door at the base of a large building. Towers rose into the sky, sun glinting on the silver cones which capped them. Eagles circled on the air currents, undeterred by the flapping of the flags atop the cones.

As Pan walked through the door, his breath was almost taken away. Behind it was a garden paradise such as he could never have imagined. In the centre stood a large fountain decorated with four athletic men carved out of marble, each standing with their back to the others and carrying urns on their shoulders that overflowed with water. Birds of every colour flew from the branches of exotic trees and below them on the verdant grass small groups of naked men around his own age languished, laughing and too lost in conversation to notice him. A couple of men in their early twenties sat arm in arm, their heads together as an older man read to them from a large book. Another pair of youths kissed, their stiff members pulsing against each other. When they noticed they were being watched they scurried away to some private corner of the garden to continue their encounter.

“Come this way,” growled the sergeant, reverting to an authoritative tone. “Follow me and try to keep up.”

The sergeant led Pan over a vast lawn, through a maze of gardens resplendent with sweet-scented flowers and aromatic herb bushes, and towards a door which led into the main palace building. Having no other choice, Pan obediently flanked the sergeant as he crossed a great hall with high ceilings and coloured glass in the windows, and into a small side room.

The room was light and airy. Its white walls and white ceiling looked pristine. Even the polished wood of the floor reflected both light as well as the blurred images of those entering. In the centre of the room stood a tall cushioned bench, upholstered in red leather and studded around the base. Beside it, wearing a white robe that was open at the front to reveal a lightly haired torso and a semi-erect c**k, was a man who was introduced as the royal physician.

“You must be Pan,” he said beckoning the boy and in doing so exposing more of his tanned, toned body. “That’ll be all.”

The sergeant snarled at the physician then turned and disappeared.

Pan swallowed hard. Everything was so overwhelming. He was a stranger surrounded by strangers, playing an unknown role in someone else’s drama.

“Now, don’t worry,” the doctor continued. “I want you to lean forward over this bench and relax.”

Pan stepped hesitantly forward and did as he’d been asked.

“I’m going to start the examination now,” said the doctor and Pan felt the doctor’s hands sliding over the skin of his back and continuing down to his buttocks. He felt his arse cheeks being gently pulled apart and the cool air kiss the sensitive tissue of his anus so that it puckered as the doctor examined this most private part of him. Even more shocking was the sensation of his arsehole being pulled open and fingers inside, probing deep, and the doctor leaning in so close that Pan could feel the warm tickle of his breath on the sensitive inner tissue.

It was at that moment Pan noticed a handsome and very regal looking personage enter the room. “This must be the king,” he thought. For even though he had never seen a real king before if he’d had to imagine what one looked like, the man hovering a short distance away, quietly observing the physician at work, would be the person his mind would conjure.

The physician’s strong hands interrupted his musings by turning him over onto his back. He smiled weakly at the man who was now taking the skin of his scrotum between two fingers and lifting the ball sack up to show the king what lay beneath and on either side. Obviously there was nothing there of any interest. As the monarch stepped into view, his eyes were riveted on Pan’s genitals and he was shaking his head. The physician then pulled his foreskin back and carefully examined the pink cockhead and skin that covered it, even pulling the piss slit open, but again Pan saw the king shake his head.

Suddenly King Seronisis pushed the physician to one side and re-examined Pan’s c**k and the sparsely haired skin of his perineum. Pan didn’t know where to rest his eyes. He looked first at the physician, who looked a little wounded that he should be so unceremoniously thrust aside, and then at the ceiling. When finally he dared to glance at the king, he saw that he was smiling and staring down at something in the thick tangle of his pubic hair.

“Here it is!” cried the king

The physician leaned in.

“Oh this is wondrous,” the king cried, beaming fit to burst. “Remove this hair so I can better see the mark. Quickly!”

The doctor disappeared to the back of the room where stood a massive cabinet and from one of its drawers he took a razor. He hurried back to Pan and shaved a small patch of pubic hair away; the gentle tickle of the razor on his skin prompting Pan’s c**k to stiffen.

When the physician had removed enough hair to be able to see the pale-red, crescent-shaped birthmark just above the base of his c**k, the king brushed the physician aside once more. With one hand the king held Pan’s erection out of the way and with the other he picked a couple of stray hairs off the shaved area. For a moment he stared at the mark.

“Unbelievable,” he said shaking his head and glancing up at Pan, who still had no idea what was so remarkable about his birthmark.

The king bent down and kissed it.

“You can leave us now,” said the king, waving the physician away. “I have found the one foretold.”

The king waited for the man to vacate the room then turned his attention to Pan.

“Look at me, boy,” the king said.

Pan, who had been staring at the wall, turned his eyes to the king and took the opportunity to examine him in more detail. Seronisis was over six feet tall and extremely good-looking for a man Pan estimated to be in his mid-forties. He still had a full head of hair, black with a hint of grey creeping through at the temples, a well-groomed moustache and a small pointed goatee. Even beneath the robes he wore loosely wrapped around his shoulders and torso Pan could see that the king had looked after himself. There was a slight gut, but his Highness carried it well.

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The king seemed likewise impressed with what he saw. For when Pan’s eyes came to rest on the king’s face was smiling widely, revealing perfect teeth and dimples in his cheeks.

“What’s your name, boy?” asked the king.

“Pan, your Majesty,” he replied.

“Come with me, Pan,” said the king. “It is time for us to get to know each other.”

Seronisis led Pan through a labyrinth of carpeted corridors and marble staircases to his private chamber on an upper level of the palace. One of the two naked and muscled guards standing watch outside opened the double doors and Pan followed the king inside, his eyes wide at the luxuriously appointed chamber. Again his imagination would have failed him had he been ordered by the king to dream up such surroundings. The colours were rich. Every surface was covered in exotic textiles and the room was crammed full of beautiful antiques and artifacts from far-away lands. Potted palms stood by tall windows where gossamer curtains danced on the gentle breeze.

Then, remembering his manners, he stopped gawking.

“Shall I go to your bed, Sire?” he asked, secretly hoping that the monarch would say ‘yes’.

“All in good time,” replied Seronisis, reclining on the padded velvet of his chaise lounge. “Firstly, I would like you to tell me about yourself. If we are to be spending time together, I would know who I am keeping company with.”

Pan hardly knew where to start but he remembered his mother used to recommend the beginning as a good place to commence any story. He walked to the king’s bed and without thinking, sat down. As soon as his buttocks touched the silk quilt cover, he gasped. Seronisis smiled and nodded, an indication that Pan was free to remain seated.