Chapter 29 - Wet and Wild

29. Wet and Wild

            Will trudged disconsolately back to his chores. Every step he took made him acutely conscious of the rustling of the nappy he had been forced into. The bulky material between his thighs meant he had to waddle slightly, and his bum, covered in the thin sheen of his hose, felt massive. Meanwhile, he felt his cock already wanting to harden and lengthen within the nappy, but found it was hopelessly constricted by the cold, cruel steel of Raymond’s chastity device. The worst thing was the inevitable knowledge that, sooner or later, he would need the toilet, and that meant he would have no choice but to soil himself. He grimaced in disgust at the thought. Was life here under these circumstances really better than taking his chances on the road with Alexander? Maybe it wasn’t too late, he pondered. Maybe he could yet flee from the castle and try to find the fugitive Steward.

            He shook his head. It was hopeless. Even if he did track him down, Alexander would probably laugh in his face. Will had been a convenient arse for him to fuck, but the Steward had made it very clear he did not want him tagging along with him. Besides, Will was completely reliant on Raymond’s mercy if he ever wanted to be able to touch his cock again: unless he could somehow get his hands on they key that would unlock both the belt encircling his waist and the cruel chastity device.

            The thought of that key brought to mind the other: the iron key to the dungeon, which still nestled incriminatingly in Will’s bedding. Now Alexander was free, it was a dangerous thing for him to hang on to, he decided. He would need to return it to Odin’s key-ring as soon as possible. Not for the first time, he cursed the clumsy assassin whose wayward arrow had not only missed its target but caused Raymond to be promoted to the Prince’s right hand. There would be no more night-time visits to the dormitory for Odin to come and fuck the dark-haired youth. And without them, how could Will hope to get the key back unnoticed? He shuddered with fear at the prospect of replacing Raymond as the object of Odin’s lust.

            He entered the kitchen, where he saw Mortimer standing near the fireplace, turning one of the castle’s mammoth iron spits. Mortimer did a double-take.

            “What are you - ?” he paused as a wicked grin spread across his freckled face. “Have you got a nappy on under your tights?”

            “You needn’t look so pleased about it,” muttered Will.

            “Ah, poor baby Will gonna wet himself?”

            “Please, Mortimer. After all we’ve gone through for the entertainment of Prince Felix…”

            The skinny lad relented. “Did Raymond put you in it?”

            Will nodded mutely.

            “He’s risen to the top like scum, hasn’t he? You never know though – you might be in luck. Sounds like his time as the Prince’s golden boy may have come to an end.”

            “What do you mean?” asked Will, hope springing in his breast.

            “There’s a heck of a noise been coming from the royal apartments. Raymond’s in there with the Prince. It sounds like they’re having a fight!”

           

             Raymond lay, sweating and panting on the priceless rugs of the royal chamber. The Prince may have been at the peak of fitness not too long ago but his weeks of comparative indolence since his arrival at the castle had had an effect. And Raymond’s menial tasks gave him a strength that meant the contest was more equal than he might have anticipated. However, his politician’s mind was whirring: Felix may have wanted a contest but he would surely never forgive Raymond were he to lose!

            The Prince, also appreciating the chance to recover his breath, crawled over to his servant and clambered to his feet. Oily sweat glistened on Felix’s muscled torso. His luxurious green tights clung to him, damp with perspiration and patterned with the oily prints of Raymond’s palms. His perfect white teeth gleamed a wicked grin and he ran a manicured hand through his tousled yellow hair.

            “I’d say we are well-matched, Master Steward. Shall we call a truce and have some refreshment?”

            Raymond smiled back at him, with a pang of regret that he would no longer have the chance to savour that exquisite male form, hosed and panting, gyrating in ultimate proximity to his own. Only moments ago, Felix had lain atop him, breathing hard, dominant and triumphant. And then Raymond had turned the tables, gripping the Prince’s body between his own powerful thighs: the sensation of silken hose against male flesh alluring and intensely exciting.

            He held out his hand and Felix grasped it, hauling the dark youth to his feet. Then, in a sudden move that caught Raymond unawares, the Prince twisted his hosed foot behind Raymond’s ankle, unbalancing him. Before Raymond could hit the floor, the Prince scooped him up in his arms and carried him effortlessly towards the bathroom.

            “Your highness?” gasped Raymond, but the Prince only laughed as he reached the edge of the massive marble bath and held his captive hovering above the water.

            “In you go!” Felix cried, letting go and plunging Raymond into the perfumed bubbles beneath him.

            For a moment, Raymond sank beneath the surface, and then he emerged, spluttering, nose and mouth filled with lavender flavoured water. He watched the Prince clamber into the tub, cocking first one hosed leg over the side of the bath, and then the other: the water instantly causing each green leg to turn a darker shade as the material soaked up the moisture. For a moment, Felix stood there, still as a statue, and then with a triumphant roar, he splashed down on top of Raymond. Once more, Raymond revelled in the sensation of that divinely proportioned form pressing against him: chest against chest, groin pushed against groin, four muscular, tights-clad legs entwined in the warm water.

            There was an evil glint in Felix’s piercing blue eyes and that briefest of warnings gave Raymond chance to gulp some air into his lungs before his royal master pushed his dark head beneath the surface of the water. He held his breath, struggling against the other man’s body, but his efforts came to naught. Eventually, the Prince released his captive and Raymond’s face erupted to the surface, gasping as he filled his bursting lungs.

            “Do you yield?” Felix asked casually.

            Between shuddering breaths, Raymond gasped: “I yield, your Highness. I yield.”

            Prince Felix’s grin grew wider. “Good”. He rolled off Raymond’s body and stepped out of the bath, his green tights sodden and dripping water onto the stone floor. Raymond could not help but observe how the wet material of the hose clung indecently to the globes of the Prince’s buttocks – the arse crack perfectly sculpted and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Raymond’s prick pulsed with the desire to enter that forbidden cave.

            Every moment he spent gazing at the divine physical beauty of the Prince spurred on Raymond’s desire to dominate and subjugate that golden body. God could not have designed better a creature more suited to drive a man into a frenzy of lust. Maybe one day, Raymond mused. After all, had not Felix himself initiated the physical intimacy of their play fight? Stripping down to their naked torsos and clad only in their tights, the oil, the plunge into the pool…

            Raymond’s prick had certainly hardened during the encounter. Surely it was not merely wishful thinking on his part that imagined that the royal member had done the same? He contemplated whether the Prince had ever had sex at all. Surely amongst the knights and squires, the young men of the royal court, Felix would have had his pick of the handsomest and most powerful in the land? Then again, maybe it was the female form that the Prince preferred.

            Raymond smiled inwardly. No, he thought to himself. The vain young man’s arrogance was so great, somehow he knew instinctively that Felix would not regard anyone on earth – male or female – his physical equal. He was positive that the Prince was yet a virgin, unwilling to let any other human approach the secret, sacred parts of his heavenly body.

            What a challenge that would be, thought Raymond: to be the one to steal the Prince’s long-cherished virginity. Well, he had succeeded in becoming Chief Steward. Why not add the position of royal bedfellow into the bargain?

            Emboldened by his erotic thoughts, Raymond risked the merest of playful admonishments: “We had called a truce, my liege…”

            The Prince turned to face him, his cock and balls outlined in perfect detail within the sopping tights. “You think I played unfairly, eh? Then you have learned a valuable lesson today, Master Raymond. When it comes to kings and princes, there is no such thing as ‘fair’” …

            The afternoon sun was warm as Alexander Courcey, the previous incumbent of the post of Chief Steward, trudged along the dirt path. He moved swiftly and cautiously, his dark hood covering his all too recognisable features, avoiding the populated villages and anxious to put as much distance as possible between himself and his former home. Somewhere out here, those lumbering brutes, Odin and Ulfgar, roamed like a tornado, wreaking havoc amongst the peasants. His meagre provisions would not last long, he mused, patting the leather satchel the loyal young Will had purloined for him. And he was desperate to get his hands on a horse to aid his flight. Just a little further, he thought. Just a little further…

            “Drink it. Every last drop.”

            “I’m really not thirsty anymore, Raym - Sir.”

            “Do as you’re told, goat-shit. I want to see that cup drained to the bottom.”

            Raymond lounged on the divan in his chambers, dressed in yet more embroidered finery. The only evidence of his tussle with the Prince were his slightly damp black curls. Before him stood the unfortunate Will, his nappy big and bulky within the silken snugness of his blue hose: his legs forced apart by the amount of wadding wrapped around his private parts.

            It was the third goblet of water that he’d been forced to drink, and Will’s stomach was now full and bloated with the liquid, causing the waistband of his bright blue tights to expand to contain his protruding tummy.

            “You’ve held out this long but I bet you really need to piss now, don’t you, boy?”

            Raymond’s taunt was all too true. Will’s bladder was full to bursting and he desperately needed to relieve it.

            “Don’t you dare let go yet,” threatened Raymond, his eyes glinting in triumph at the predicament of the younger boy. “You hang on until I tell you can release!”

            Will hopped from one stockinged foot to the other, biting his lip in desperation at the need to urinate, knowing all too well that the moment he did, that the fluid would be going nowhere other than into the diaper wrapped around his groin.

            “Everyone’s seen you in your nappy then?” inquired the new Steward. “Everyone in the castle has had a good laugh at you being dressed like a big baby boy?”

            Will nodded, mute and miserable.

            “Answer me, bitch!”

            “Yes, Sir. They’ve all seen me wearing my nappy inside my tights.”

            “Good. Good. So they all know I’m controlling your toilet habits now and deciding exactly when and where you can go. I think we might begin your enema regime again in the morning. I take it you’ve not shat yourself yet?”

            “No, Sir.” For that at least, Will was grateful.

            “It’s only a matter of time,” sneered Raymond. He paused to fetch himself a goblet of wine. “I imagine that urge to piss is stronger than ever now, isn’t it, eh?”

            Will was physically writhing now with the effort of control his need to go, barely able to speak, every ounce of concentration focused on controlling his brimming bladder. “Please, please – oh, oh oh!!”

            And with a disconsolate wail, the battle was lost. His cock pulsed as the fluid began to flow, and Will could not help but feel a desperate kind of relief as he felt the material pressed to his genitals begin to moisten and swell as his piss soaked into it. The warm wetness spread, now to his balls, now along the crack of his arse, now over his buttocks. On he pissed. Unable to stop the flow, try as he might, wetting himself freely as he had not done since he was a toddler back in his mother’s hovel.

            The expression of relief and ecstasy on Will’s previously tortured face told Raymond all he needed to know.

            “You dirty little bitch,” he whispered. “Pissing yourself in your nappy. Filling your diaper like a baby boy. That feel good, does it? All that sodden material clinging to your body?”

            Will’s lower lip trembled as he suffered the degradation of wetting himself in front of his greatest nemesis: the helplessness and the humiliation of the situation flooding over him as surely as his own urine flooded into its cloth enclosure.

            Finally his bladder was empty. But if all that hateful piss was no longer inside him, it hadn’t gone far: the nappy now warm wet and heavier than ever. The diaper sagged within his hosiery, hanging from his hips. It would cool, he knew. Indeed it had begun to do so already. How Will longed to have the horrible, embarrassing thing ripped from him, and to be free of the soggy, bulging loincloth.

            Raymond sniffed the air disdainfully. “You stink, goat-shit, you know that? You disgust me. You’re not even able to exercise a modicum of self-control. Standing in front of your master, pissing freely into your nappy and into your hose. Abasing yourself like an animal. I bet that submissive cock of yours would be twitching into hardness if it weren’t for the chastity device you’re wearing.”

            Will gulped ruefully. Knowing his aberrant prick, it probably would.

“I suppose you’d like me to change you now? Pull your tights down, unpin that demeaning nappy, dry off your wet buttocks, pat them with talcum powder like a pampered infant, and replace it with a nice new clean one?”

Will didn’t know what he wanted anymore. And he knew by now that his wants and desires would not feature in Raymond’s plan anyway.

“Maybe I would have done just that. But you disobeyed me, bitch. I never said you were allowed to piss, and you went ahead and did it anyway. A disobedient baby boy must learn his lesson, don’t you think? And you can mull over your lesson tonight. I don’t imagine any of the other servants will want to eat their dinner anywhere near you, stinking of piss in your stained nappy. They’ll all know exactly what you’ve done, won’t they? And you can spend all night in your soiled diaper too. That’ll be really uncomfortable won’t it? Full and wet and cold material against your skin all night long. I might see fit to change you in the morning. We’ll see. For now, I’m sick of the sight of you. Fuck off and get on with your chores, goat-shit.”

Will went on his way. The giant, wet nappy, sodden with his own bodily fluids, constricted his movement more than ever, and he waddled along, one sorry tights-clad leg after another.