I arrived at the palace just two months ago, and today is my first day to serve his Royal Highness the King. His Royal Highness has recently become king at age 18, after his father died of consumption. I have undergone a specific training regimen, learning all there is to know about caring for the royal cock. The royal cock is, of course, the ultimate symbol of virility and directly responsible for insuring the royal lineage which has been uninterrupted for more than six generations. I have learned, in great detail, everything from how the organ operates to its required daily cleaning regimen. I am well versed in pleasing it and tending to its every need. The royal cock is essentially a royal being all its own, and his Royal Highness has been indoctrinated since birth to treat it as such. He knows that while it's part of his body, his position requires him to surrender it to the needs of royal tradition and custom. Since his early years, there have always been appointed attendants to the royal cock. his Royal Highness never cleans or stimulates his own cock, but instead has it taken care of by the Royal Cock Tenders. Royal Cock Tenders are appointed to the court and, after their tenure in this sought-after position, are often awarded lucrative titles and properties.
The sun is rising and I am waiting patiently, albeit excitedly, in the antechamber for his Royal Highness to arise. He usually awakes shortly after sunrise, and then his personal attendants see to his every need. I was given the privilege of this position as my father is the Duke of Westburry and a close friend of his Royal Highness. I have recently completed my primary studies, and I am honored to be serving the king before I move on to a career of my own.
As I wait to be summoned, my own cock is stirring with excitement under my morning garments. As is required, I wear a sheer night shirt that runs to my knees and is buttoned along the front. It's made of a thin cotton material and is almost see-through. It is the only garment I am wearing, along with silk slippers. I am not yet completely accustomed to wearing it in the company of all the other male attendants, who are more formally dressed, so I am a bit embarrassed. But I am comforted in knowing that in this room, and when we enter the king's bed chamber, there are only those in attendance who are the private servants to the king. I bow my head slightly where I sit, and I notice that the fabric of my night shirt clings snugly to me crotch, leaving very little to the imagination. Anyone can clearly make out not just the outline of my genitals, but my cock head is essentially visible as it presses against the thin material.
Moments later the call bell is ringing and all of us quickly enter his bed chamber. He is stretched out on his bed, covered by silk bedding and wearing only his thin white translucent night shirt. I am signaled by the Head Chamber Master, and I quickly proceed to his bedside with a porcelain piss pot. His Royal Highness looks at me through his sleepy eyes, and smiles broadly. We have met before, and it seem he too is glad to have a new Royal Cock Tender. His previous Cock Tender having retired as he had grown past the age of 19. I hold the piss pot in place as his Royal Highness rises and sits on the side of the bed. I undo his night shirt, gently hold his semi-erect penis, and point it into the piss pot. His Royal Highness lets out a sigh of pleasure as he relieves himself into the piss pot. When he is done, I hand the pot to another attendant and then gently pat his penis dry with a warm cloth.
Then I am provided with another pot containing clean warm water and a clean silk cloth. I carefully pull back his foreskin, exposing his beautiful pink cock head. I dip the cloth in the warm water and delicately begin to cleanse his cock head. As I am doing so, his cock begins to grow and I am pleased that he is receiving pleasure. I release his foreskin and it covers most of his head, as his cock is now almost fully erect. I have been told that his Highness is well endowed, but I am now witnessing his large, thick cock myself. I continue cleaning his cock as I proceed down his shaft with the soft cloth, while holding his enlarging cock with my other hand. I pat the base of his cock with the cloth, and I admire the fine coating of blond hair which covers about two inches of his cock at the root.
I then take a fresh cloth, dip it into the warm water, and begin to cleanse his balls. They are hanging low this morning, and they are covered in long blond hair. Because they are relaxed and hanging so low, I lift his balls with one hand as I reach in and wipe them underneath. I reach all the way to his perineum, and make a soft circular motion to make sure I wipe that delicate area thoroughly. Now his cock is fully engorged, and his head is peeking out of its foreskin.
He leans back onto the bed, his legs resting off the edge, his eyes closed, and his cock waiting for attention. I know immediately from my training that this clearly means he wants to be serviced. So without delay, I take hold of his cock and pull it toward me. A large drop of pre-cum has formed on the slit of his cock. I lean in and lick the pre-cum with my tongue and he lets out a low moan of pleasure. His pre-cum has a wonderful taste and I want more. I roll back his foreskin, revealing his red cock head. I squeeze the base of his cock firmly and he flexes his cock simultaneously. Another large drop of pre-cum emerges and I lap it up with the tip of my tongue and it forms a sticky strand from his slit to my mouth. I press my lips firmly to his cock head and create a suction, seeking more of his royal lubricant. His cock oozes more of it and I savor it. Then I slowly let my lips slide down and I engulf his cock head. I use my tongue to stimulate the slit of his cock, gently opening his cock hole and digging for more pre-cum. He places his right hand on the back of my head, and I know that's his signal for me to go deeper.
I take more of his large penis into my mouth, until the head is bumping against my tonsils. I have no gag reflex, for I have been trained well. I go deeper still, letting his cock head find the tightness of my throat. My nose is now buried in his blond bush, and his scent is marvelous. I am so aroused by his smell that I can feel a wetness forming on the tip of my own hard dick. As his engorged cock is encased in the warm wetness of my mouth, I expertly use my tongue to stroke the underside of his shaft. I create a tight seal with my lips at the base of his cock, and my lips feel all of the hair that covers the first few inches of his shaft. He is moaning loudly now, and he pushes my head down harder onto his pubes. My nose is deep into his pubes and my eyes are up against his abdomen. My chin rests on his balls, and I wish I could remain in this position for hours! But I know from my teachings that his Royal Highness is usually quick to release his sperm in the morning. At his age, he needs it often and he still has a very sensitive cock.
I begin to move my face up and down on him, and he squirms with pleasure. I have certainly mastered the art of felatio. In less than a minute, he is groaning loudly and exalting my skills. Then I feel his cock get even fatter, and his cock head swells. He pushes my head down against his pubes and I feel the first squirt of his royal gism. I manage not to choke, and force the cum to remain in my mouth. He then proceeds to deliver another five strong squirts of warm sperm into my mouth and I maintain a tight seal with my lips so that none of it escapes. Some more sperm oozes out of his cock and he emits a deep soothing sigh and sinks back onto the bed totally relaxed. I then take my time savoring every bit of his royal milk and carefully swallow it all.
I slowly release his softening cock from the confines of my mouth, making sure I have consumed every last drop of his sperm. His taste is strong in my mouth, and I am in a daze from the joy of it. I had been told how wonderful it would be, but the reality has surpassed even my wildest expectations. His taste is simply the most amazing and satisfying thing I've ever had in my mouth sexually. His scent is deep in my nostrils, and all over my face. I know that I will not wash the rest of the day, lest I remove his incredibly intoxicating aroma.
I take another clean cloth and softly wipe his member, leaving it clean and pampered. As his cock softens, a large last glob of sperm oozes from his slit. I quickly lick it up with my tongue, and I do not swallow it. Instead, I keep it in my mouth and let it soak my tongue. I will not drink anything for hours afterward, so that I may keep his distinctive taste with me as long as possible. I finish cleaning his cock and pull his retracted foreskin over its head.
"You are a wonderful Royal Cock Tender. I shall enjoy having you serve me." he says as he sits back up on the bed and looks me straight in the eyes. "It's my honor your Highness. I am here to care for your every need. I am your loyal servant." I reply as I bow my head and step back from the bed. And I am embarrassed to notice that not only is my night shirt tented from my own raging hard on, but a large wet spot is also clearly visible were my pre-cum has soaked through the thin material.
His Royal Highness is now dressed and attended to by the rest of his servants, and he begins his day of appointments and attending to royal business. I return to my chambers to change and then await his next desire.
In my chambers, which I share with another royal appointed attendant, I disrobe and prepare to dress in my formal attire for the day. As I stand naked before a large mirror, I look at my hard cock which is desperate for attention. But there is nothing I can do about it. One of the oaths of my position is that I will not satisfy myself sexually. I am at the mercy of the king. I can only experience stimulation and orgasm if it is given to me by the king, or someone whom he appoints. So, my raging hard-on must simply wait, and I do my best to hide it under my formal garments. Unlike the attire I wear when I attend to the king, my formal clothing consists of multiple layers which are much less likely to show any pre-cum wet spots. I am told that there will be times when the stimulation will be so intense, and the time between orgasms so long, that I will undoubtedly experience an orgasm in my clothing without direct stimulation. I will be so horny and aroused that the simple friction of my silk undergarments will cause me to cum! I get even more turned on as I think about that, as it's something I have never experience in my short life. I cup my hands at my nose and breath in deeply, smelling the scent of the king which is still strong on my face. I flex my hard cock and can distinctly feel another drop of pre-cum ooze out onto my undergarments.
I finish dressing and proceed to the royal apartments, waiting to service the king anew.