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ONCE UPON A TIME, LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY, in the Kingdom of Kijakja there was a strong and powerful King, King Chakchkach who had won his power over a large part of a magical realm by the raw force of his powerful muscled body and his equally strong army. He had taken a wife, the beautiful Queen Queweque, and in the normal span of time of a loving union, she bore him a child, a son, who was born with the best of both their attributes, he possessed the beautiful face and grace of his mother but the raw strength and muscled power of his father, and everyone who saw the youth at his exercises and studies said tht he would one day become the best and most deserving of heirs to the Crown of Kijakja.
On his eighteenth birthday, the King declared the most magnificent of celebrations and as part of that, he invited nine of the ten most powerful wizards and witches of the realm to come and greet the new Crown Prince. But the tenth, a cruel and nasty witch, he left off the list of invited guests, for fear that she would visit some horrible curse as her gift to the Prince under pretext of giving him a present, for such was her nature.
On his birthday, the Prince was presented to the crowds, and they marveled at his regal beauty, his golden hair was elegant and nearly glowing, his skin was fair and his face was so handsome that every woman craved him and every man envied him. His muscles were large enough to make any warrior quiver at the thought of having to face him in battle, yet his movements were so graceful that every maiden dreamed of him moving them about the dance floor and even more so, carrying them to his bed and laying them down on it and then making sweet, sweet love to them.
The holiday was going as planned, and each of the wizards and witches came and gave the new Prince such marvelous charms and presents, such as a ring that could guide him through the darkest forest unerringly to his destination, or the gift that no matter how violent the wind would blow, his beautiful golden hair, however blown about, would always return to its perfectly coiffed position on his head. They gave him a perfect complexion, muscles that would stay firm and strong no matter how little he was able to exercise, extended youth, and so many other gifts that he was almost on the level of a demi-god when they were done, and the King and Queen were beaming with happiness and pride, when a dark cloud formed at the top of their ceiling and in that dark cloud came the hideous visage of the Wretched Witch of the West Weirding Wild.
"So, King Chakchkach, you dare to ignore and humiliate me by barring me from your elaborate celebration, do you? All of my fellow practitioners of the magical arts have given the young Prince their gifts, now I shall give him one of my own, one that shall both show you my power and teach you the danger of disregarding me in the future!"
With that, the witch sent out a single small globe of red light that flew at the Prince so fast that none could have stopped it had they even figured out one would stop such a thing, and it struck the young, standing Prince right in his genital area, and he cried out in pain and doubled over and fell to the ground, writhing in a small ball. And with that, the cloud dissipated and was gone.
Courtiers rushed to the young Prince's aid and they lifted him upright and he seemed dazed but unharmed but for one thing, his groin now sported a rather prominent priapism, an erection that jutted out his soft silken hose and showed to all who would look that he possessed a sizeable male organ. There were cries of consternation and even admiration, but there seemed to be no further damage, the Crown Prince was taken to a seat and allowed to thus hide his young boner that way and the celebration continued.
The Prince grew more and more agitated as the celebration went on and after a time, he begged permission to leave for a time and left, bent over. He slid off to his quarters and lay on his bed, his erection pounding even harder. He had to jerk off, now!
He pounded his pud and while he had a satisfying ejaculation, his boner did not deflate, nor even become less aroused, he was as horny as ever! That cursed witch had done this to him, he was in horrible pain. "That perfidious purveyor of pulchritudinous persecution!" He stormed. "She has purloined my pure placid prong and propelled it into a priapic pandemonium!" He attempted to jack out a second load, and while he was able to do so with equal power and speed, it also failed to alleviate his tumescent tower.
"I am predestined for a purgatory of perennial potency!" he mourned. "I must pronounce posthaste my predicament to my parents, so they may proclaim to the populace that a panacea must be procured to propitiate this priapism promptly!"
When King Chakchkach learned of his son's disablement, he was enraged and said, "Counselors and courtiers, let all the court be charged to consider this calamity and converge chop-chop all curers of this condition to care for the Crown's coming king!"
The Queen added, "Quickly, quickly, we won't have qualms about cost, we require quality wellness care quickly!"
The word went out and many physicians came but the usual advice they gave was that the young man was experiencing an excess of virility and should receive an evacuation of the excess hormones to ease his symptoms. In short, they advised that the Crown Prince needed to get laid.
Fair maidens of all sorts were brought in to serve the Prince but as soon as they inserted his manhood into their intimate parts, the Prince howled that his member was on fire and had to demand that they cease at once, and so the maidens went away violated but not satiated nor inseminated.
Then, the King sent in a young page with the instructions to keep his hand busy on the prince's dong, to milk him night and day and see if that would sufficiently drain him of his seed.
This young page, a boy named Dashed, was small and cute with brown hair and a quick common sense. He entered the prince's chamber with a small pot of goose grease and smeared his palm with it and said to Prince Pebabapin, "Now, my dear Prince, I shall endeavor to salve your turgid member with some artful handling." Dashed was not a nobleman and thus did not indulge in the alliteration the nobility did to show their education and bedevil the commoners with their higher education.
"Pray, proceed promptly, for my prick pulses perpetually in its impassioned pillar of power." the Prince breathed huskily.
Dashed knelt beside the bed and took the nine-inches of firm royal dong in hand and the Prince sighed, "Pleasure, a positive point. When the pussies of the prostitutes pinioned my prod, they poisoned my prowess with a parching pouch for my prong."
Dashed noted that the man's muscles, now revealed in the bed, were as majestic as his clothed body had promised, powerful pectorals, bulging biceps, admirable abdominals, thick thighs, all adorned with only a light dusting of hairs, enough to mark this marvelous fleshy terrain as all man, and at the nexus of the abdomen and the thighs, stood the lone sentinel of the tall tallywhacker of the Prince, a nine-inch uncut marvel of manhood, that begged the viewer to worship it by taking it in their lips or up their ass or any other holes they had that would fit that delicious dong and letting its owner do with them anything that they wanted.
Dashed pumped at the hard rod with all his energy and skill, and the Prince moaned and orgasmed and he enjoyed it immensely, but though he climaxed delightedly, it was all for naught, he could not dismiss his priapism this way, it stayed and pulsed and continued to demand more and more sex, eternally hard and eternally rigid.
Dashed milked the Prince day and night and he wore both his hands out, and in desperation, he dove down and sucked on the Prince's prick, and the Prince marveled at this, declaring, "Ahhhh, priceless precious page, this peccadillo is permitted for it purveys to me the penultimate paradise of departure from this purgatory of priapism. It is not yet the panacea but it is the prelude, pray perform the process and produce my penis pudding!"
Dashed sucked away and the Prince jetted out a major wad pack for him with loud cries of joy, "AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" but still, when he was done, the priapism was unchanged and raging hard and demanding more.
"Oh, Dashed, please, provide me another passage of your person that may provide my prick palliative pleasure that would prevail against this plague!" the Prince begged him. "Please, I will pay you pounds of precious prizes!"
Dashed breathed huskily for this Prince alone was enough prize for his lusty soul. He used the goose grease to slather the still-hard rod and stripped off his clothing, and climbed onto the bed panting, "I hope this works for you, Your Highness, and the joy of your body alone is enough for me!' he declared.
He slid down onto the man's thick dong and the Prince moaned, for this was indeed the way to go, and he rolled the boy over onto his back and back to thrust at him lustily. Dashed cried out in joy at the powerful ramming and he gripped the Prince's studly body with his arms and legs and helped the Prince plunge into him the deeper, and the Prince as usual only lasted a short while and he climaxed even more heartily than before, orgasming heavily with loud cries and shuddering moans and groans of, "AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHHHHH, MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOOOH, MMMMMMMMMMM, UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Dashed for his own part, also cried out in joy, "OH-OH-OH-OH, OHHHHHHHHHHH!" as he shook in his rapturous but boyish orgasm.
But even so, it was all for naught, the priapism persisted. Dashed had to ask to see the king and report his failure to alleviate the Prince's pain.
There was nothing more to do about it, but to issue for the Prince a Quest, he was to go out among the realm and find the boy who could, by giving his body to the Prince, conquer the priapism and restore the Prince to health. The victor, the King said, would be given his own weight in gold coin. With this posted on every village's marketplace flagpole, the Prince set forth to wander the kingdom, seeking endlessly the boy who could salve his raging erection.
Every house he approached was watching for him and would eagerly bring out every male member of their family from their youngest babes to their eldest grandfathers and offer them all to the Prince. But he kept his lusts for those between the ages of seven and fifteen for he knew from bitter experience among the palace courtiers already that any below or above those ages only gave his cock the pain of fiery association. The King had tried that before issuing the Quest.
His first tryst abroad was to the village near the castle, and the busy marketplace had set up a line of boys and a grand bed brought out from the Guildmaster's own bedroom for him to use. Boy after boy was brought up and laid naked on the bed, and the Prince would climb on and puncture that boy's virginal ass and the boy would cry out, always in pleasure and joy and cling to the Prince, yelping that he had never known that being fucked in the ass was so much fun and from now on, that was the only thing he would ever want, and the mothers muttered that this was going to make getting their young girls married off one day very difficult. But the chance for the child's weight in gold still hung powerful, and the boys of the village, twenty-seven in all, were all deflowered by the end of the second day. The Prince, a little tired, rested the third day and wandered on.
The fourth day he came upon a lone house where a small smithy stood, the blacksmith hammering at a horseshoe and he saw the Prince get off his horse and said, "Greetings, Your Highness, do you need water for your horse?"
"Yes, and have you perhaps a prepubescent boy in your proximity?" the Prince inquired.
"Yes, my son Arnis, he is but eight years of age." the smithy answered.
"Pray produce him post-haste by proclamation of the King."
"I have not heard of such an Order."
The Prince brought out the Order, which did no good for the smithy had no knowledge of the written word.
His wife brought out their son and she could read and she said to her man, "The King has said that the Prince is suffering a priapism and only the deflowering of a boy can save him, he is seeking the one child that can do this. The child who succeeds will be rewarded with his own weight in gold coin."
"I care nothing for this," the smithy said stoutly. "I keep to my own and my child is not for sale at any price. Be on your way, Your Highness, and seek your care with other children."
The Prince was about to be insulted, but the woman made a furtive gesture and the Prince said, "Then pray give provender to my pony while I pause for a period."
He went inside with the woman and child, who took the two into their bedroom and he quickly mounted the boy and they both screwed madly while keeping their mouths muted so the smithy wouldn't hear them, and the boy was delighted and had to have his mouth covered when he climaxed, and the Prince did so with his mouth, moaning his own joy into the boy's mouth at the same time, but the boy, however sacred his ass was to the smithy, was not the cure for him.
From village to village he went, and he traveled the broad rivers of the kingdom and stopped at every dock to try to vent his cock, from the available young boy stock, but though the people came in a flock, the boys were sometimes kept in lock, or sometimes arrayed on a block, but none of them salved his bollocks, which could raise the people's shock, then he'd have to flee their rocks, but on and on the Prince searched, seeking aimlessly and endlessly, peripatetically, seeking that one divine little gem of a boy who could cure his pounding boner for good.
After the Prince had spent nearly five years on his journey, and he was in his twenty-third year of life, and he had climbed the northern mountains to plow the rough mountain boys there, and to the west where the Wicked Witch's minions all pleaded for their boys to be the ones he would take away with him, and the east where the boys clamored to show him all their special tricks that could please a man in so many ways (he tried them all, but none worked for him) and even the south, where dun-colored boys with beaming smiles made his blood churn eagerly, but ahhhh, none of them, even, could paint his world anything but frustrated.
At long, long, long last, he came upon a small village not far from the very center of the country, and there lived two boys who had been there when he had first passed through but had been too young then, but now they were of the age of nine and the tenor of the village life had changed, for the boys and men of the village now happily engaged in joyful sexual congress whenever it happened to come along. These boys were identical twins, which in their kingdom was a great rarity, and had a certain notoriety of their own for being so alike. Their names were Tevrin and Tervin, and both were dirty-blond haired, with skin tanned from the outdoors which they loved, and their bodies were well-exercised and beginning to develop muscle, and they had explored more than once the joys of sex with men and with each other. They had heard of this peripatetic Prince and they were determined that when he came around, they were going to take their shot at this bounty of gold that was offered for curing him.
Of course, plenty of other boys were available as well, not as many as the first time he had been through for nobody was allowed to try twice, but a goodly quantity of seventeen young boys were willing and ready in the market square where a bed was set up for them to each try their best to strip that woody off their peripatetic Prince.
By their own choice, the twins were the very last in the queue. "Which of you two wishes to go first?" the Guildmaster asked.
"We go together," Tervin declared.
"We're a team," Tevrin added.
This was most irregular and the Guildmaster inquired of the Prince, who said, "Well, perhaps this pair of penurious profligates can prosper where others have perished. Permit the pair to proceed."
So the two boys climbed into the bed and they team-lapped the Prince's dong, which the Prince enjoyed but not overmuch for he was unimpressed. "Preliminarily, I am more perplexed than pleased."
"Just lubing your up, Your Highness." Tevrin said. To Tervin, he asked, "You want to take him or should I?"
"You take him front, I'll take him back."
"All right." Tevrin said. "All right, Your Highness, I need you to climb on me and plug me in my butt."
"That is the primary procedure," the Prince agreed, and got into the position. He began to fuck the boy but as he did that, Tervin crawled up behind and began to lick the Prince's anus. His tongue was agile and talented, and he kept the young mouth organ busily darting all over and the Prince never knew how or where the tonguetip was going to strike him next.
To his astonishment, the Prince found himself falling into climax rather than rising. His own orgasm was well beyond his own control, a majorly innovative event! In his astonishment, he forgot all his alliteration and talked in the most peasant of tones imaginable. "Oh, my God, I'm going to come! AHHHHH-AHHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-GAHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHH-HAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
It was the longest climax cry anyone had ever heard in their lives and the jizz that squirted out was tremendous. It filled Tevrin's ass in no time and the come began to spray liberally out all over and the spunk flowed all over the bed and onto the platform where the bed was sat upon and the people observing this were awestruck at the quantity and power of the orgasm. Tervrin's young joy was quite lost in all this, though he shook and cried out, and there was an attempt to measure the quantity but that was in vain, the best estimate was that the Prince squirted out some two quarts of jism in that one heavy climax even after having had seventeen climaxes a short time before.
The priapism was done and the Prince's dong was now limp as an empty sausage sack, and the people rejoiced. The King commanded a massive celebration and it is reported that the Wicked Witch in the West perished at the very same moment, her magic having been overcome and thus being turned back onto her, killing her with its power.
Many may wonder about how two young boys could overcome the power of a major witch's curse like this, but when questioned, the boys only said this:
"When dealing with peripatetic Prince Pebabapin's painful priapism, it's necessary to have someone who is very good with tongue-twisters."
THE END
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