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Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2020 06:23:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kyle Newton <kylenewton25@yahoo.com>
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

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**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
d�cor 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*