A Choice of Chores

Like the men themselves, all masculine vestments of the old patriarchal Camelot had been stripped away from the throne room. Gone were the banners, shields, and other gifts from from Camelot's vassal houses. The materials of the very room itself had been manipulated by Morgana's magic: rough stone reshaped into polished marble, and raw iron coiled into fine tendrils.

The new queen sought to reshape the kingdom into a beacon of femininity one brick at the time, and Arthur was to be there every step of the way, if only to watch as Morgana set fire to every last ounce of masculine pride.

Two large fountains now adorned the throne room: the one on his left was topped with a muscular man buck naked and sucking his thumb while his other hand twiddled with his penis. Around him, his chain mail and armor lay carelessly discarded. He looked positively foolish, frowning down at his penis while water dribbled messily out of it.

The one on the right was a mirror opposite: a beautiful young maiden gracefully pouring water out of an ornate jug. She radiated serenity and perfection.

Among the new banners, plants, pillows and other twinkling oddities, he found Morgana sitting atop his old throne. Her eyes found his, and Arthur immediately knew today was going to be a long day.

'I shall have my scribe send a note to Fairhaven to release your men at once. They are citizens of Camelot and they must abide by our dress code, even outside of our fair kingdom. I'll see to it that their people understand. Forgive me, my dear Nadine but I must end our meeting here if there are no other queries. Lots to prepare.'

Lady Nadine turned to Arthur jingling along as he padded to them.

'My Lady,' the former King bowed to both women.

'Thank you, your Highness. You are fair and wise.' Lady Nadine curtseyed before taking her leave, but not before openly ogling the strapping young male before her.

'Arthur. Had a good rest?'

'I did, your Highness.' he bowed. In truth, he didn't. His broad rump was still sore and red from yesterday's spanking, and sleeping in the kennels with a dildo crammed up his ass didn't help things in the slightest.

She held out both her closed fists.

'Choose.'

Arthur gulped. He doubted he was going to like either of today's options.