Arthur Makes A Discovery

Arthur’s Story

After dinner I walked the gardens to help digest my food. Despite the fine smells my head was elsewhere. My mind was a filled court politics. Everyone was at each other’s throats.

The problems were building for me now. On top of ruling my kingdom, I had Guinevere heartbroken after being found having an affair, now I had my trusted knight telling me to sack my chief magician.

I couldn’t believe Lancelot wanted to sack my old friend, Merlin. Yes he was as useless as dog muck, but sacking him would be an unbearable heartache. As if by magic, Merlin appeared. “Merlin... I was just thinking of you.”

“Lance is fucking Guin.”

“What?”

“Lancelot, he’s riding your Guinevere.”

“He’s gay.” It then dawn on me that Guinevere had her arse destroyed. “You think he would do something like that?”

“He’s a self serving brutal bastard. After all he wants to get rid of me, doesn’t he? I mean, me, a pillar of society.” Merlin gazed across the courtyard towards a woman breastfeeding her young enfant. “Fuck me, I suddenly have craving for milk.”

“I still think Lance is too loyal and too gay to go behind my back like that.” As the woman changed tits, a jet of milk oozed out from her erect nipple. A white stream dribbled down her pink aureole. I was hypnotised like a cat eyeing a bowl of cream. “My God that child has a thirst on it.”

“Can you blame the kid? If my mum had tits like these I’d be sucking until puberty.”

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “Anyway, Guin might be a tart, she wouldn’t be fucking two guys behind my back.”

“Two?”

“I had to kill my guard this morning. He was rattling her when I wasn’t around.”

“You killed him?”

“I had ****, as a show of strength.” I continued to stare at the woman. Although she pulled up her blouse, her wet nipple soon soaked through the thin fabric. I suddenly felt the urge to go home and suck on the wife’s tits. “Guin’s adultery taught me a lesion though, only employing guards with erectile dysfunction from now on.”

“Guin will soon cure them.”

“Get lost, Merlin. Anyway, what makes you so sure about Lance?”

“I went for a piss and heard them... in your own room. You need to get the truth out of Guinevere. They’re taking the piss out of you.”

“What..?” I felt devastated. My heart felt ripped apart by those I loved most. I pushed Merlin away and stormed to the royal chambers. “That slut!”

As I stepped through the door Guinevere stood staring out of the bay window. My voice quivered under the emotion.“Tell me, who did you really fuck?”

“The guard, Arthur.”

“Fuck you”

“Arthur, what’s up?”

I grabbed Guinevere’s shoulders. “Tell me the truth, Guin.”

“I...”

“Tell me, or I swear I’ll give you more to worry about than a split arse.”

“Lance. It was Lance.”

I rolled up my sleeves. “Right, where is that cocksucker.”

In the dark and dingy dungeon, I had Lancelot strapped to a wooden crucifix. I could have nailed him to it, put I had misplaced my claw hammer. So I had to settle for our leather belts. Hence he was naked, and I was wearing only my boxer shorts.

Being a king, I always thought that torturing would come natural. But like a virgin schoolboy laying next to a beautiful woman, I suddenly realised I had no idea what to do.“I bet you regret getting a shitty dick now, don’t you?”

“I have never come close to puncturing Guinevere’s rectum.”

“We’ll soon find out.”

“Arthur?”

I folded my arms. “What is it?”

“Sorry to be a pain, but I need a piss.”

“Fuck sake, Lance.”

“Please.”

I pulled off my glove. “You’re just going to have to keep it in until I’m finished.”

“Hurry up then.”

“Right... Did you, or did you not sleep with Guin.”

“Like I said before, no.”

“I don’t believe you.”I guessed now would have been a good time to hit him. So holding my chainmail gauntlet I smashed it across Lancelot’s cock. “You’re a liar.” His squeals delighted me.

“I’m not.”

To my amazement his cock began to grow... and grow. As if I was a tennis champ returning to serve on centre court, I gave his cock and balls a mighty back handed swipe. But to my disbelief Lancelot’s cock now had serious girth. “What the fuck Lance?”

“Hit me again. Come you pussy.”

I didn’t really want to hit it again in case it decided to bite. I picked up a cat and nine tails whip. At least I could strike from distance. “Not smiling now are you?”

“Dude, you have to turn me around for that.”

“It that what Guin told you?”

“I didn’t slip her one. Someone else ploughed her backfield.”

“Guin told me herself. I didn’t even have to threaten her.”

“She’s mistaken.”

“Lance, that woman can see bread crumbs on the carpet from fifty yards. Believe me, if she says it’s you, then it’s you.”

I couldn’t be arsed turning Lancelot around. I leaned back and whipped him across his bare chest. Lancelot’s cries reverberated around the stone walls. The red welts quickly surfaced from his right peck to the left hip. He sobbed like a young child sat on the naughty step. I suddenly realised that punishing your friend is never nice, not even when he had fucked your missus. My heart bled as I listened to his tearful whimpers.“What do you have to say?”

“It wasn’t me, I swear.”

“Fuck me, Lance. Even if it wasn’t, just say so, and I’ll let you go. I’m tired and just want to go to bed.”

“It wasn’t me.”

Pissed off at Lancelot’s stubbornness, I placed the whip back into the cupboard. **** is a results business and I needed a quick finish. I picked up a branding iron and smiled at Lance and shoved the iron in the hot coals. “You have one last chance.”

“You can’t brand me with a red hot poker?”

“You should have thought that before doing the same to my wife.”

“At first you might appear to be a shit torturer, but your innuendos are fucking painful to listen too.”

Holding the glowing iron with two hands, I carefully turned towards a worried Lancelot. “Right, last chance, did you sleep with Guin?”

“No.”

“Sorry Lance.” I closed my eyes and stepped forward. A cloud of searing steam erupted into my face. My first thought was that it must have been the scalding of Lancelot’s skin. But I opened my eyes to find his cocking hosing piss over my iron, as well as my feet. “Can’t you at least try and comply?”

“I told you, I needed a piss.”

“Right, stay there. I’m going to change into new sandals.”

Drenched in piss, my sandals squelched while I walked down the corridor. Lancelot was a proud man, and I found it hard to believe he would sacrifice his reputation to bang my wife, especially with him being gay. It just doesn’t add up. I needed help.

I noticed that Merlin’s door was ajar. “Merlin?” There was no answer as I pushed open the door. It had been a few years since I had been in Merlin’s quarters and I felt rather curious, plus I might be able to snatch a pair of his sandals.

I pinched my nose as I stepped into Merlin’s room. “Now I remember why I stopped accepting his invitations.” Screwed up tissues lay strewn over the floor and naked drawings of woman were pinned to the walls. “Can tell he’s a bachelor.”

A pair of familiar underwear sat on his pillow. I picked up a writing quill, and fished up the soiled garment. I arched my neck back as I passed it in front of my face. “Yup, they’re Guin’s alright.”The fabric was laced with semen.“She’s fucking him too.”

I shoved the underwear into my pocket for evidence later. Pacing over to Merlin’s desk I noticed his leather bound book of spells lay open. “Let’s see what this fucker has been up to.”

The current page was headed, body switching. “Merlin... you rascal.”