The Prince & The Pauper

By Pueros

For Erik, with apologies to Mark Twain for borrowing the title of his great work for my much humbler effort!

(Kremlin, Moscow, 31 May 1572)

Prince Fyodor, second oldest son of the tyrannical Tsar Ivan IV, deservedly known to posterity as “the Terrible”, was celebrating his 15th birthday by indulging in his favourite pastime in the privacy of his resplendent bedchamber within the magnificent and huge Kremlin. The outside city was still recovering from the devastation reeked by a Tartar attack and a terrible fire the year previously.

Besides the naked rather plain dark haired and eyed Fyodor lay the beautiful similarly nude Sergei, still a virgin but seemingly not for much longer. The newly appointed 13 year-old blonde-haired blue-eyed page had been unable to avoid or decline the awful invitation to provide the Prince with his celebratory entertainment.

Many of the pages at Ivan’s court were the sons of the rich, hoping through their proximity to the centre of power to better themselves even more in future. Sergei was an exception, having been born into serfdom, his impoverished parents serving a senior boyar family. However, these nobles had been liquidated by Ivan in one of his frequent purges of that class and their property, including their serfs, confiscated by the Tsar.

Sergei eventually found himself serving in the Kremlin kitchens before his dazzlingly beauty was spotted by Fyodor. The soon-to-be 15 year-old was looking through the window of his bedchamber to the outside courtyard below and saw the 13 year-old performing an errand. The Prince was looking for a new page to replace the one he had been allocated and with whose body he had become bored. He had now espied the ideal candidate for the post.

Fyodor quickly discovered who the boy was and soon had Sergei promoted to his service. The 13 year-old was appalled and tried fruitlessly to beg the court official, who had approached him to advise him of his advancement, to confer the supposed honour on someone else. The Prince’s ravenous appetite for pretty boys’ bodies was well known by most within the walls of the Kremlin, although no-one had dared mention the scandalous liking to his father, the feared Tsar.

Sergei’s tearful entreaties were rebutted by the court official, who knew that Fyodor would not take kindly to the failure of his mission. The tremulous 13 year-old therefore soon found himself groomed immaculately and being presented to the Prince, dressed in the rich colourful uniform of a royal page, cover that did not last long once the two boys had been left alone in his new young master’s bedchamber.

Fyodor had sat on his huge four-poster bed and eagerly and unceremoniously ordered his gorgeous new servant to disrobe, without any attempt at preliminary seduction. Sergei had complied for to disobey a royal command was unthinkable if he wanted to remain alive, although he proceeded very reluctantly and slowly. It was a pace the watching Prince did not mind, as the allure of the superb 13 year-old body being revealed gradually before him only added to his intensifying excitement and the hardness of his own hidden cock.

Sergei’s delectable face turned bright red when he came to the eventual removal of his last cover, skimpy white underpants. The hue deepened when his smooth genitals popped into view, a reaction not just caused by their final revelation but also by the fact that his penis had become humiliatingly erect. After adding the undergarment to the heap of discarded clothing that he had created, the abashed 13 year-old immediately sought to hide his embarrassment with his hands but this protection was to be short-lived.

Fyodor, cock throbbing underneath its own cover, had greatly enjoyed his new page’s gradual striptease and was now not to be denied sight of the boy’s jewels. “Don’t be so shy,” the grinning Prince commanded, “put your hands on your head and turn slowly before me so that I can appreciate your form.” The deeply shamed Sergei felt compelled to obey. However, the 13 year-old’s cock was disobedient to his own wishes as he performed the degrading manoeuvre. The undisciplined member, impressively large for one so young, not only retained its ivory-like rigidity but also began to vibrate vertically as he complied with his new young master’s instruction.

As Sergei turned slowly, to give Fyodor a view of his superlative naked body from all angles, he noticed the clear intense lust displayed in the eager watcher’s eyes, the Prince’s acute excitement made more obvious by a licking of lips. The sight of those lecherous eyes peering at him caused a surprising tingle to flow through the nude page’s whole form and precum became visible at his uncut cockhead. This served to confirm to the humiliated 13 year-old that he had somehow, for some shameful reason, become as stimulated as the 15 year-old at his demeaning circumstance and the prospect of what was to come.

Having fully feasted on the superb vision of Sergei’s delectable body, Fyodor could not now wait to explore the heavenly shape more intimately. The 15 year-old therefore commanded the 13 year-old to help him with his own undressing and soon his royal apparel formed another heap of discarded wear on the floor of his chamber, whilst the two young nudes lay side by side on the huge bed.

Sergei's eyes became transfixed in amazement at the sight of Fyodor’s hairy genitals, for emerging from the hirsute growth that encased the Prince’s ball sac was a massive erect cock, impressively wide as well as long. The 13 year-old was not ignorant about sexual matters in this cruel world, although he personally had somehow remained unmolested, at least until this day. The boy therefore shivered at the thought of where the throbbing monster might soon want to go.

Fyodor began to run his right hand over Sergei’s beautiful face, before slowly moving downwards. The Prince caressed his new page’s neck before advancing down his chest to the rosy nipples, around each of which he ran a finger, causing the outflow of 13 year-old precum to increase. This became even greater when the digit proceeded teasingly to the boy’s navel.

Sergei could not prevent himself from uttering a low moan of delight, as the gentle manual fondling finally reached his thrilled genitalia, such was the intensity of the pleasurable sensations that flowed through him, overwhelming his fear of what might soon happen. Fyodor’s grin broadened at the boy’s not uncommon reaction to his manipulations before he asked, as he tickled the delicious smooth twin orbs of the 13 year-old’s scrotum, “Do you produce sperm yet?”

Sergei did not want to answer such an embarrassing question but had no choice and so replied truthfully and affirmatively. “Good,” Fyodor responded gleefully, “you’ll therefore let me taste it!” The surprised 13 year-old then felt the exploring hand move away from his ball sac to his bottom, whilst 15 year-old lips encased his quivering cockhead.

Sergei’s ecstatic low moans increased in both frequency and volume as he was carefully but inexorably brought towards climax, of an intensity not experienced previously. The boy grasped the bedcover either side of him tightly with both hands, as he felt his groin begin to boil in readiness to explode as the gentle sucking of his erection proceeded relentlessly. “Aagghh….” he exclaimed when delightful orgasm was finally imminent. However, at that very moment, the door of the bedchamber opened.

Fyodor removed his mouth from Sergei’s rampant cock to look up to see who the impertinent intruder into his private heaven could be. However, he had taken his page’s sexual organs too far along the path towards ecstasy and, as the 15 year-old face rose upwards, it was splattered with several bursts of white liquid. Nevertheless, this did not prevent the Prince from observing that his very angry father was now standing at the entrance to the bedchamber, accompanied by two Oprichniki guards, dressed sinisterly all in black, a colour commensurate with their deserved reputation.

Ivan had been extremely promiscuous throughout his life with members of both sexes but selfishly thought that his children should be more puritan as well as heterosexual in such matters. He therefore did not welcome what he had just seen on his second son’s bed. The 41 year-old Tsar was notorious for sudden violent rages, a product of the awfulness of his childhood, and one now duly materialised.

The furious red-faced Ivan, bearded and attired in a long flowing purple robe, picked up the iron-tipped staff that he always carried and hurled it at his son as he strode purposefully towards the bed. The missile missed its target as the two shocked and petrified naked boys scrambled onto the floor. However, the Tsar soon grasped his son and began to slap him mercilessly around his cum-covered face, whilst ordering his guards to take the other young slut to the Kremlin dungeons.

Ivan beat Fyodor badly, causing his son’s face to spurt blood and to bruise and swell severely. However, luckily for the boy, the Tsar’s temper eventually cooled sufficiently for him to terminate the assault before it became fatal, a fortuitous happening that many other earlier victims of the despot’s anger had not experienced.

Ivan then shouted at Fyodor. “So you like boy cock,” he loudly and ominously declared, “and it’s also your birthday. Well, I’ll therefore offer you a present later that you should be pleased to receive!” The Tsar then turned to leave the naked Prince crying voluminously on the floor, to which he had collapsed in acute agony. The despot now made his way to the dungeons to secure the required gift.

The terrified, unclothed and now tearful Sergei had been dragged unceremoniously by the Oprichniki along many opulent bright corridors to the much more dark and sinister passageways contained in the cavernous basement of the Kremlin. The boy eventually found himself alone in a tiny dirty cold cell, devoid of any amenities or light, other than that shining through the small barred aperture in the wooden door from a wall-torch outside. The 13 year-old’s distress on the way here had been compounded by the fact that many inhabitants of and visitors to the palatial citadel had viewed his shameful nudity, including his softening cum-smeared cock.

Sergei was not alone in his cell for long as the Oprichniki soon reappeared, accompanied by another two of their kind, as well as the Tsar. “Hold the slut down,” Ivan commanded and the four men did so, each taking one of the scared boy’s limbs. The 13 year-old quickly found himself spreadeagled on the grimy cool stone floor, held immovably in place by the evil-looking black-garbed bearded guards. Their despotic leader then appeared above him, legs astride the youngster’s gorgeous splayed naked frame.

“It seems, slut, that you’ve already provided my son with one birthday treat today,” Ivan announced, “and it’s now time for you to supply another!” Sergei gasped in dread as the Tsar then produced a knife from a gown pocket and squatted over his young groin. The boy’s frightened exclamation then became terrified entreaties as he felt the despot harshly grab hold of his genitals and realisation suddenly dawned as to what the man intended to do.

Sergei then felt the blade being introduced to the base of his ball sac. “No!” the boy screamed loudly but uselessly as the simple response of “Yes!” from the Tsar resounded to the accompanying agony of the blade beginning its incision. “No!” yelled the anguished 13 year-old again as both white and red fluids began to spurt like a multi-coloured fountain from his groin. However, another and even more satisfied retort of “Yes!” was heard as Ivan began to stand up, holding the youngster’s quickly severed sexual organs in his hand.

Fortunately for Sergei, he had already fainted by the time that the bloodstained Oprichniki had released their hold on his limbs and one of their number had then cauterised the boy’s dreadful wound with the outside wall-torch.

Fyodor was also subsequently rendered unconscious, but not through excruciating nullification. The bruised and battered 15 year-old’s faint was instead induced by the sight, resting inside the small gold box his father had presented to him as a belated birthday present, of bloody semen-stained 13 year-old genitalia.

THE END

of

THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER

by Pueros, for Erik