"My King and I" Part 1
By: Connor (cd1984uk@hotmail.com)
Disclaimer: The following is a fiction story about a servant boy and King Richard I of England. Please do not read if you are a minor and/or if stories of a homosexual nature offend you. Little effort is made to make this story historically accurate, however, it was rumored that King Richard was bisexual and there is some evidence that he did have some same-sex relationships while he lived during the 12th Century AD.
It was the winter of 1189 and the young King Richard the Lionheart had only been on the throne a few months. His father, King Henry II, had died leaving behind one of the most powerful nations in the world at that time. Richard now held a stronger army and ruled a larger empire than any other in the western half of Europe. In addition to being King of England, Richard was also Lord of Ireland, Scotland, Wales, and the Channel Islands. Additionally, he held effective control over numerous lands in northern and southwestern France, including the provinces of Normandy, Brittany, Maine, Anjou, Poitou, Vexin, and Aquitaine.
So naturally, when I learned that I, Marc de Rennes, would be travelling to the great city of London to be a servant to him at his palace, I was overjoyed. At the time, my father and I were servants to the Duke of Brittany, the nephew of the King and head of one of his French provinces. I had been born an raised in the city of Rennes, where the Duke's castle was, and had never before left the Province of Brittany, located in the northwest corner of France. My mother had died while giving birth to me and I was an only child. I was a strong looking boy with well-built arms and upper body from years of labor. My hair was brown and I had deep blue eyes.
It was in November of 1189 that my father suddenly died. I was only 14 at the time. The other more senior servants did not know what to do with me. However, that winter the Duke decided to send his uncle King Richard a group of good servants as a Christmas present. The King had said that he was interested in having some younger boys serve as his manservants, so it was decided that I would go with the group to London.
We left Rennes at the begining of December and made the long journey North to the coast, then across the English Channel to the port of Southampton, then more north to our final destination, London. We soon settled in to our new quarters at the Palace of Westminster along the River Themes. My job would mostly consist of cleaning as well as helping out the King whenever he was at the palace...which he was rarely. King Richard actually spent little time in England. Most of his year was to be spent off at the Crusades or battling rivals throughout his many territories.
Myself and the other manservants to the King were presented to him a few days after we all arrived. There were 8 boys from various parts of England, one from Normandy, one from Wales, as well as myself and the four others from Brittany. All of us were between the ages of 14 and 18, I being the youngest there. At the presentation, the King looked over all of us and selected five of the best looking boys as his "personal boys," myself being lucky enough to be chosen. The others he put to work as cleaners and bed-makers, etc. However, we five would get to work most closely for him.
Our first duty would be to help the King prepare for a Christmas banquet. I was excited to see the young King Richard up close. He came off as a rugged and tough man, yet he was nice to me. His muscles were huge, his face chisled, and his smile charming. Myself and the others helped him to dress and arranged his clothing for him.
We spoke little, unless spoken too. It was as I helped the King put on his robes that he first talked to me. "You," he said. "What is your name?"
"Marc de Rennes, my lord, from Brittany," I replied.
"Ahhh," said the King. "One of my nephew's donations?" I said yes. "Stay after for a momment. The rest of you, out!" The others did as they were told.
I stood there for a momment, not sure what to say or do. I began to get a bit nervous as the King looked me up and down. "Its been a long time since I've had a servant boy as handsome as you." he said with a grin. "What age have you?" he said, beckoning me to come closer.
"Fourteen years, my lord." I said.
"Ah young, but good." It was then that the King brushed his hand against my inner thigh. "Such strong legs you have." he said, moving his hand further up my left leg, under my tunic.
My heart began to accelerate. What was I to do or say? I had never been touched like this before. My worries must have been obvious to King Richard, because he smiled and said, "Do not be afraid, Marc, I've done this before. I enjoy having a young boy to have fun with on the side, along with my Queen and mistresses." The King's fingers then reached my hard cock and balls. He fondled them, and stood up, leaning in to kiss me. I pulled away for a momment.
The King stopped. "Marc," he said with a smile. "It would do you good to please the King." I wasn't sure why, but King Richard's smile and soft tone somehow calmed me. This time, when the King leaned in, I accepted his advances. It was strange...it felt so good as the King's lips touched mine. His hands ran up and down my back. I moved my hands to touch his back as well.
Then suddenly, there was a knock at the door. It was time for the King to get on with the banquet. He smiled at me, kissed my forehead, and went on his way. The next day, after Christmas Morning Mass, he was gone to spend New Year's with his mother in the city of Bordeaux, Aquitaine Province in the South of France. Then it would be off to the Holy Land with his ally King Philip of France to fight the Crusades.
The day after he left, one of the senior servants at the Palace approached me. King Richard, he said, had issued an order that I be given my own private room and be given more pay. "Look's like the King favours you." he said with an envious grin. I smiled, content knowing that the King liked me, thinking about how I liked him.
Unfortunately, it would be two long years before he would finally return to London.
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