Chapter 8:

Her mother repudiated her, saying she no longer had a daughter, resigning Megan to the status of a commoner. 

At least, I can fuck Dylan or Emrys as Megan now, Braith thought.  If I'm no longer of noble blood, there's no proscription against it.  Megan can fuck anyone, commoner or noble.  She will never have a child by Emrys, but she can fuck him. 

As Megan, she was content to live at Caerforon instead of the palace, whether with Emrys or Dylan.  She was content to be a commoner, if she could have him.  She tried to change into Megan -- but couldn't.

Braith had lost his magic.  Apparently, the God had also repudiated Megan when her mother had.  He couldn't change at all, not even back to the beautiful jilly boy.  He was Braith, attractive, but speckled with freckles. 

But, what about Dylan?  He was at Caerforon -- as Dylan.  Without magic, how could Braith change Dylan back into the prince?  As it turned out, he couldn't.

"You've lost your magic?" asked Dylan.

"Yes," said Braith.  "When my mother repudiated me, the God deserted me, too."

"And, you can't change me back?" 

Braith tried, but couldn't.  "No, he said, "I can't.  I no longer have any magical powers."  He started to cry.  "What a mess I've made of everything.  I wouldn't blame you for throwing me out.  I didn't think she would repudiate me and didn't think the God would, too, if she did.  What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," said Dylan.  "I can't go back to the palace as Dylan.  Even the God doesn't recognize me thus.  He put his arms around the boy.  We've made our bed," he said.  "I guess we'll have to lie in it."

"But whatever I give up," she said, "you give up so much more.  You give up a kingdom."

"Emrys gave up a kingdom when he decided to become Dylan.  I've been far happier as Dylan than I ever was as Emrys.  At least, now I don't have to marry Wynne of Kidwelly."

"But look at me," said Braith.  He was bald and freckled.  "I'm not even an attractive jilly boy any longer.  Glendower's beauty exceeds mine.  Perhaps you will prefer him now to me, especially after what I've cost you."

"Never," said Dylan, "I love you, Braith or Megan.  I love who you are."

"You love me even bald and with freckles."  Braith certainly didn't feel attractive.

"I love you bald and freckled.  Besides, I'm bald, too, and the hair will grow back, though I prefer not to let it.  It's nice to be free of lice."

"Will you make love to me?" Braith asked.  "I need the reassurance that you still desire me, knowing I'll always be a boy."

"Dylan kissed him, then lay him on the bed.  Braith raised his legs.  Dylan knelt on the bed, his cock pressed against Braith's hole, then thrust his cock into his hole, holding the tops of Braith's thighs as he thrust. 

Braith moaned, rubbing his tits as he did.  He had breasts.  They were small, but were bigger than those of an uncut boy; and they were sensitive.  He could almost orgasm just from rubbing them. 

Dylan fucked him, not once, but several times.  It was a way to forget that he was no longer the prince.

He had been happy being Dylan, but had known at any time he could once again be the prince.  Too, Dylan had no money.  It was the prince, who had bought their house and had paid for their food. 

Without fathers, they couldn't even find work. 

Sons of merchants and tradesmen followed their fathers.  Sometimes a childless father would adopt a son to follow him in his trade, but he usually adopted a nephew or  second son of a friend. 

Surplus sons joined the army, emigrated, or were sold into slavery.

When the money ran out, they could either give up their balls and become slaves or return to the market.  For now, though, they still had a house and money -- not much -- but enough for a month or two.