Royal Feud

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Royal Feud- Chapter 4

The news was devasting to the young heir. The doctors and specialists all told W that he could have a full sex life, and that his ability to be a father would not be in any danger. Plenty men with only one ball still fathered kids and had families after having on ball removed. To help the prince to fell normal down here, he had an artificial ball out in his scrotum. It would never produce any sperm, but at least in would make his sac appear normal.

The palace sent Wills back to the country castle where he could recover away from public eyes. W just stewed with anger. He didn't want to see anyone and wanted no visitors. Peter respected the princes' request. H was consumed with guilt over the incident. If he hadn't been such a dumb fuck, W would have not been injured. Peter and Alex knew they had to work together to bring the teen princes back together, but how?

W was consumed with taking his A level exams. The prince knew that he was never in danger of not making it into uni, he was a prince after all. The prestige of having an heir to the throne attending a particular university was better for that university than winning any sort of golden ticket. The exposure for that university would better than any advert campaign could ever be. The palace worked with several of the uni's on W's list. Safety was obliviously the top concern that the palace had to ensure with wherever he went. W wanted to ensure that he had privacy from the media, W blamed the media for the death of his mom. W would never trust or felt safe when the media was involved.

University of St. Andrews was the choice. The palace would put out a press release when the time was right. Until then, W knew there were issues that had to be dealt with. W was miserable and the fact that he and H barely spoke or saw each other anymore was top on that list. W sought our Peter's advice and counsel on this matter. Peter was more than happy to help W out with this matter. The next day, Peter requested some time with Alex to "coordinate" the princes' up-coming schedules. They noticed that in two weeks, the prince's both had an open weekend.

The prince's personal aides worked out a weekend just for the two of them at a private cabin that liked use when they had the time. W wanted nothing left to chance for this weekend, this had to be perfect. With Alex's help, W had the cabin stocked with all of H's favorite things. W felt ashamed that he didn't know these things anymore about his bro. After this weekend, he will know all about his brother again. He was excited to see how big his brother had grown. There was a time that H used to be excited to show W every hair that was beginning to grow. W enjoyed seeing how his bro was growing up. He was prouder even still that H didn't seem to have any of the same body issues and doubts that troubled W when he was younger.

Thursday evening, the two assistants got the teen prince's packed and ready to leave the next morning. W walked into his room and saw what Peter had packed. "Jesus, Peter we are only going away for the weekend, do you really think I will need all of this?", W asked. Of course, W didn't listen to Peter's reply because he hoped that they would be naked all weekend just sharing one bed. W was going to ditch school for the day, and head out to the cabin to get everything set up. He wanted it all to be perfect when H arrived.

H wasn't looking forward to going to the cabin for the weekend, it reminded him too much of W and the time that they used to spend their together. Plus, one of his best friends was throwing a huge party that weekend, and H didn't want to miss out. Alex would not let H out of the cabin for the weekend. H arrived at the cabin around 5:00 that afternoon. As he parked his car, he was gob smacked when W was waiting on the porch for him. W walked down to greet H with a huge hug, W wrapped H up in his arms, and didn't want to let go. The embrace made H break down and started to cry in his brother's arms. Seeing H cry, W started to sob as well. H tried to apologize to W, but W stopped him and kissed him. All od the pain, doubt, shame, and tension began to evaporate in that moment.

W lead H into the cabin, he had H's favorite dinner waiting for him on the table as he arrived. H looked at the table, smiled, and said, "Bro, this is really nice. I had no idea about any of this. Do you think dinner will keep for a while? I am hungrier for you than anything on this table right now." W said, "I should have known, once a horndog, always a horndog." The two brothers laughing and embraced each other.

W grabbed H by the hand and led him into his room. W had candles lit around the bed, he wanted to make this extra special. H noticed, but he was far too horny to appreciate. All he wanted was W naked in the bed as quick as possible. H started kissing W and took it upon himself to start to strip his brother. He knew that nothing would ever erase what had happened, but he was bound and determined to show W how much he loved him and missed him. H started kiss down W's chest. He took his time and sucked on each of brother's nips. W's chest seemed to harrier than H had remembered. H continued down W's body. He then took W's belt off his trousers; he was going to take them off until H realized that W's shoes needed to come off first. H helped W sit down on the bed, and ripped his brother's shoes off and threw them aside. H's hands were trembling when he took W's boxers off. H looked up in W's eyes, he couldn't look at W's balls. The guilt came pouring back, H broke down into tears again. H carefully placed his head on W's cock and ball and bathed them with his tears and kisses. When his tears stopped, it was time for the spare to worship the heir's royal scepter. W knew that he wouldn't last long. He wanted to give H a big load, so he had not wanked off for two days. H was ready to swallow and wanted every drop that someday would be a future nephew or niece.

W then rolled over on his back, and lifted his legs in the air, he was ready for H to take him and fuck the hell out of him. H just shook his head no. "Blow me, bro", H replied. W just smiled and complied. He was surprised by how big his little bro had grown. The spare's cock had grown to 19 cm (7 and a half inches). W's own cock had topped out at 20 cm (7.8 inches to be exact) even though W would claim it was over 8 inches. W's cock was would always be thicker than his bro's, but H's cock would top out at 23 cm (9 inches). H would always take great solace that the crown may never be on his head, but that his own royal scepter was longer and could plunge the depth of any pussy or ass deeper than his brother could or ever would. W sucked his brother's cock. He loved the smell of his own brother's musk; it had only gotten more earthier and manly. W peeled his younger bro's foreskin back and ran his tongue around his head. W tasted his bro's precum which had only gotten thicker since he had last feasted on it. Both brothers shivered in extasy as the bro job reached its heights, as H erupted in W's mouth. This was no longer the sperms of a young teenager. This was the cum of man. W thought he'd drown in the amount of cum his brother shot down his throat. W swallowed all he could, but there was too much, and it started to leak out of his mouth. When H finished blowing his load, W swirled some of what was left around his tongue. It was as if W was tasting the finest of a new wine, H's juzz was the best of his brother's balls that only he could produce, and W was intoxicated. W shared the remanent of his brother's load with him in a kiss that had the poets witnessed it, tens of thousands of words would never be adequate to describe it.

H smiled and said, "Man I have missed that! No one blows me better than you. There is much more I'd like to do with you, but dinner first!" W roared with laughter and agreed. They needed to keep up their strength for all that this weekend would hold for them. The teens didn't even bother to put on clothes, no one would disturb them anyways. W and H took the dinner as time to update each other on everything going on in their lives. W told H that he decided on St. Andrews University as where he would go. H just listened and nodded his head. He confessed to W that even though he did okay in school, he didn't think uni was for him. His grandfather had talked him into joining the military. The brother's talked about their love lives. H went on about loosing his virginity after he had turned 16. He was at a pub with his mates. This older cow started to dance and rub up on H when he was on the dance floor. The two were making out on the dance floor. She grabbed H's hand and led him into a field behind the pub, and in that abandoned lot, H became a man. W just shook his head at his brother. "Did you at least use a condom? Did she know who you were?", that and of a lot of other questions W asked. H answered, "She had no idea who I was, and certainty didn't care, to be honest. Unlike you, my dear brother, I wasn't doing much thinking with the head on my shoulders." The two brothers broke down in laughter. "So", H asked, "gotten any pussy, lately?" W demurred, "Unlike you my brother, I am a gentleman I don't kiss or fuck and tell." "That's the biggest load of bull shit that I have ever heard", the spare said. W laughed but continued, "If you must know, last month when I was traveling with my mates, we fucked through Greece on the trip. My mates would find me woman to fuck. I always wore a condom, and the woman signed nondisclosure documents", W told his brother. "NDA's", H roared, "Jesus tits bro, can't you ever just get laid like a normal dude." W smiled and said, "I wished it was all that easy for me. But I have the burden in the crown that you never will. I must think about every action, every thought, and every impulse that I have. As Shakespeare once wrote, `heavy is the head that wearith the crown.'" The rest of dinner, the brothers joked and just enjoyed being in each other's presence again.

W took H by the hand and led him back into the bedroom, it was time that they reconciled in the deepest and most personal way they could. This wasn't going to be a fuck, this wasn't just some meaningless one-night stand, there was no need for an NDA to be signed. This was two brothers cumming back together again. This was to help heal the rift between them. This was forgiveness, this was love.

W laid down on his back, once again, put his legs up in the air and was ready to be ravaged by his younger brother. H just reached down to his brother pilling him up and getting down in his place. W's eyes raised in wonder, silently he questioned his brother if, he was sure. H just nodded his head. H said, "It will be my pleasure to service not only my brother, but my lord and future sovereign." W looked down at his brother and saw so much love in H's eyes, that W thought he was going to cry. H just embraced him, and they started to kiss. H then started to worship the body of the one who would be king. He sucked on W's nipples. Then he did something that H had never done before, he fisted his brother's arms up and licked his armpits. W laughed because he was ticklish, but also really surprised him. W just let H do whatever he wanted to and did not stop him from worshipping his body. This continued right down to W's feet and toes. This was all out worship of W's body by H.

W knew that it was time, he started to rim H's ass. He pushed his tongue in his brother's ass as far as he could. W started to lick and suck on his fingers the way that they had done years ago to get H ready to fuck. W knew that it wouldn't take as long to prepare his brother, this time. H reached over to the night table, handed W the lube. W applied the lube to his brother and his self, and pushed the head in. The brothers moaned and groaned in extasy. W wanted this to last a while, so he took his time with his brother. H looked up at his brother's face and saw nothing but love in his eyes. It was a complete healing of both brothers, W's cock filling his brother not only with his love and compassion, but his seed. That weekend marked a turning point for the brothers. W became took his rightful role as the top in the relationship. They would flip fuck from time to time, but H would always be the bottom for now on. Both brothers accepted this, the way that things needed to be. The spare submitting to the heir. The heir taking what is his. The brothers embraced each other once again and kissed as the weekend was coming to an end.

This relationship continued as W left for St. Andrews in the fall. The number of women that applied at the university greatly outpaced the male applicants. W had no idea that he would meet his future princess among the attendees who would throw themselves at him. It was only a matter of time that the two would find each other. Fate happened on them the night of a charity auction at the university. Kate wore a see-through dress that left little to the imagination. The heir struck by her beauty was the highest bidder for her. That was the start to their relationship. The two appeared to just be friends and roommates to throw off the press and all the speculation of the outside world's eyes on the budding relationship. Of course, W kept H in the loop as to what was happening with their relationship. H, W thought was his only one true ally and confidant.

H knew that it would only be a matter of time before W would pop the question. W had found his queen. So much so that H gave W Diana's wedding ring to make the proposal complete. H grew to love and accept Kate into their family as a sister he never had. He could see why W had fallen in love with Kate. She is beautiful, smart, has a wicked sense of humor, and seems to really love W. She wasn't in love with him for the things that he can provide for her but loves him as the man that he is. She sees all his faults, short comings, but loves him anyway. She is not as naive as Diana was in going into this marriage. W would have his own life and that met other lovers in his life. She could live with that; it came with the territory. He had given her his ring, he would come home to her bed at night, and he would fill her womb with his heirs ensuring the monarchy's survival. She would be the mother to the next monarch, ensuring her place in history. Kate made it her mission to be the new Diana for a new modern age. She wouldn't wear those frumpy frocks that Diana wore. Hers would be a modern take on them. Paying homage to her but making them her own.

With the wedding done and the honeymoon over, the newlyweds settled into their rules of representing the crown. As the first two years of their marriage rolled by, the public was more and more anxious and speculated when W and K would be parents. This was also a major concern of the palace, given W's injury. The couple tried but were unsuccessful in conceiving. The palace had W's saved cum sample tested, his swimmers couldn't get the job done. The palace was in a state of panic, to say the least. W's only job was to produce an heir, and he was shooting blanks. The palace had also frozen H's sperm as a precaution back-up plan. (The palace decided that both the heir and the spare would have their sperm or eggs frozen at 15, to ensure the line of succession.). The palace wondered if a switch could be made to use H's cum to make K pregnant. The gray hairs at the palace debated this situation. Finally, the palace decided, a meeting would be called between W and H would be called to discuss this situation.

All of the principal royals were at the palace for the meeting (Queen, Prince Philip, Prince Charles, W and H.). At the meeting W was told about having the cum sample saved after his injury, and H was also told about his jizz being saved at a physical that he had. W was told about the results of his sample being tested. W was devastated, how was he going to tell K? He had never told her about the accident to begin with. He believed he could be the one ball wonder and preform his only real duty. H's sample tested off the charts, he was the true alpha male, it was a miracle that he wasn't a father all ready. (There were rumors whispered about the H paid for a number of abortions, but no real proof had come to light.) The decision was made that W would tell K about the accident and be told that the palace had frozen several samples of W's cum, those samples would be used to make K pregnant. Only, without her being told, it would be H's swimmers that would be called into duty to get the job done.

W and K were joining the rest of the royals for holiday up at Balmoral Castle, it was decided that she would be told then about W's accident, then. So that they would surround by family who could comfort the princess. K cried with W as he told her the story. She was comforted with the knowledge that she was still going to carry W's child no matter how that was to happen. Behind the scenes, H being H thought that the heir should be placed there by a royal cock, and not some petri dish. H knew that W was keeping strict watch over K's cycles. He would find out her cycle, plan to get her drunk as hell, and do the deed himself. H was at his most devious, he would fuck the heir into the princess himself. His back-up baby batter could be used for any other children that the couple wanted. He would fuck the heir into K.

H had Alex do some sleuthing and find out the information needed to carry out his plan. In W's private diary he found the information that he was looking for, K had just had her period, so he would have to wait. K was on a regular 28-day cycle for her monthly. H then calculated her dates of ovulation and put his plan into motion. As the days grew closer, he asked Alex to get a copy of W's private schedule. It turned out that W would be off traveling to a climate conference, and K was to stay home because she had a few events planned around London. H had Alex call K's personal assistant, Rose, to put the dinner on her schedule. H and K had grown closer as friends and had several private dinners as W had been traveling. H made sure that he had plenty of K's favorite wine on hand and crushed up a few sleeping pills that he had left over from his last bout of insomnia that he had experienced.

Dinner went off without a hitch. K was having such a great evening; she couldn't remember when she had laughed so much. H made sure to put the sleeping pills her last two drinks. She was feeling the effects of the pills, she apologized for being very sleepy, and was about to take her leave. H would hear nothing of it. There were enough beds in H's private flat in Kensington Palace that it would be no trouble to crash there. H carried K up to his private suite, stripped K down, and fucked her three times that night with more passion that W could have ever hope to provide K. Despite K being knocked out, H counted at least 8 times that the young princess had cum. After the last time he fucked K for the evening, he redressed the princess in her bra and panties, put on old t-shirt of his on her, carried K to another bedroom, and hung up the clothes that she had arrived in. H still knew that he had at least 3 more loads in him but didn't want to risk K waking up. K woke in the morning feeling as fresh and relaxed as she could remember being. H made sure to have breakfast sent up to her room, K ate, then called for a call to bring her back to the palace.

The next month, K was due to start the invitro process. She had a pregnancy test taken even though she knew that the results would be negative again. The day came that she was to visit the clinic and start the procedures, she wished that W could have gone with her to provide moral courage for her. But his duties for the crown came first. The doctor came in and gave her the news, she was pregnant! K was never a very religious person, considered it to be a modern miracle. She left the clinic gob smacked and overjoyed. Once she got into the car, she telephoned W at once to give him the news. W was as shocked as K had been. Fuck, those drs. W thought, what do they know?!?!??!! My boys are swimmers! Fuck the back-up plan! W was pleased that he could fulfill his one and only duty, K would have his baby. Prince George was born; the heir had his own heir.

W and K had plans for other children. He couldn't understand why his jizz would not produce a nursery full of kids. They resorted back to H's back-up baby batter. Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis followed in several years. The royals could not be happier. At the palace's insistence, W went to H and gave him the word that it was time to settle down, find a bird, and put a ring on it. H loved his bachelor lifestyle. A different girl every few weeks, a new pussy to make his cock's home in. H always made sure that he had worn a condom, even though he despised them. It took a lot of his own pleasure and feeling out of the deed.

H was introduced to Meghan through friends, and the whirl-wind courtship was on. H knew that she was the one. The palace sent messages through W that expressed their pleasure that this relationship was heading to the altar. W, K, H, and M put on a charm offensive that convinced the world that they were the new fab four. New royals for a new generation. Modern, stylish, and beautiful they had it all. As the wedding drew closer, W took H out to the same cottage where they had their reunion, for one last brother weekend. It was H's own bachelor party that just the bro's attended. Their private time together had grown sparse after W's marriage and would grow to non-existent after H's nuptials. This was going to be the last time the brothers could be together. Even though so much time had passed since their last encounter, the brother's bodies fit together the way they always did. Neither brother would admit it to the other, but their lovemaking was the best that had ever had. For H, his night with K was a very close second, but that would also go to the grave with him. The two brothers finished up their bro weekend having made love for the last time. They shared a good cry before they walked out of the cabin knowing their relationship would never be the same again.

The wedding came and gone; H knew he would have M impregnated on no time. He could finally stop with the goddamned condoms. That was about the only advantage to this until death do us part, bullshit. H was going to continue to fuck every bird he could get his hands on, whether M agreed or not. H was satisfied that he had done his duty and made the palace happy. One pussy would never be enough to satisfy his royal lust or the 9-inch cock he had between those legs. H produced two children with M- Archie and Lilibet.

H's relationship with W and the royal family was absolute shit. It was coming to an end and a breaking point soon enough. The straw that broke the camel's back was not that H was writing a book. The shit that hit the fan was H wanting to write the true story of George, Charlotte, and Louis's true father. If the palace was determined to burn any bridge between H and his family, then H would light the biggest bonfire he could, and incinerate that bridge with the biggest explosion possible. There was no way that the palace would ever let that secret out, they'd be more likely to give away the crown jewels first. H felt like he held those crown jewels in his hand, and he was squeezing them for all that they were worth.

The palace issued a statement through their attorneys to H that this passage be taken out, or they would sue him into oblivion. H knew that he had pushed it as far as he could. He backed down, removed it from the book, and never spoke of it on their Oprah interview or Netflix series. He fell on his sword. In the end, he did it to protect W. He really loved him after all. He took the greatest satisfaction that his son would wear the crown that he never would. Even better, that it was his 9-inch royal scepter that did the deed, not his brother's lame, limp, and utterly useless cock that produced the heir. That was the biggest fuck you of them all to the crown and the royal family that H was the proudest of.

The end.