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You had just finished prepping the last dick when you hear Steven burst through into the kitchen.

"Oi, what's the matter," the angry man said to Steven, who seemed out of breath, his face red.

"It's...oh my god...it's him," Steven says frantically.

"Who?" the head cook looked confused, "Is it health and safety. They were..."

"It's the fourth and youngest crowned prince, Prince Eric." Steven said and the cook turned white as a sheet.

"Princes? since when did this wish mention anything about princes?" you wonder to yourself, "and why is everyone else so afraid?"

"Are the others here as well?" the man who had helped you earlier asked.

"No...thank..." Steven paused eyeing one of the security cameras, "No, unfortunately, they are not here. His highness has requested the presence of all the staff members in the eating area."

"Now?" The once gruff chef quivered.

"Yes, immediately," Steven said as he ushered everyone out of the kitchen. They all walked into the dining room. All of the tables had been made empty except for the curved booth in the center. Surrounding the booth was what looked like guards, although they wore rather revealing armor. In the middle of the booth sat an athletic young man with black hair and a neat mustache. He wore a dark purple velvet tunic, that was lined with gold and cropped exposing a chiseled midriff. You can't help but wonder what he is wearing below that, but the table obscures your view.

Standing outside of the booth on either side of him is two men. One burly muscular hairy man, the other a youthful twink. Both of them had what looked like a chip on their temples, a dead look in their eyes, and velvet thongs matching that of Prince Eric's tunic, that were little to the imagination. More surprising, however, was their bellies. Both seemed to be quite pregnant.

"Is that all of them?" The man in the middle sneered, "I don't know why I even bothered coming. I thought your restaurant was five stars."

"It is your highness, our 7" special is quite popular. I could..." Steven began but he was cut off.

"Insolent pest, I don't order off the fucking menu." the prince snapped, "come forward." Steven hesitated, walkind slowly towards the prince.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to offend..."Steven stuttered, but he was cut off yet again.

"Shut up you little shit. Don't you know who you are talking to?" Prince Eric said angrily.

"Yes..."

"Shut...UP" Prince Eric said, and this time Steven just nodded. No one else was saying anything, avoiding eye contact. "Strip for your prince." Steven nodded, shivering as he took off his uniform. His clothes a heap on the floor, his fully exposed body, lightly dusted with hair, his cock soft. "What a pathetic cock for a pathetic thing." Prince Eric laughed, the two knocked-up attendants laughing as they cuddled up next to him, "Does the sight of your prince not make you aroused? Speak."

"I...You are very attractive," Steven muttered.

"Then why are you not hard." Prince Eric asked. He patted his lap. "Come sit on your prince's lap." Steven slowly walked to the booth, stepping over one of the attendants who glared at him. He faced towards the prince, placing his bare ass on the royal's lap. "Ahhh, tell me, are you a top or bottom."

"Top, your highness." Steven says as Prince Eric grabs Steven's ass moving it back and forth.

"Hmmm, no I think this ass of yours is too good to go to waste on being a top." Prince eric said, "And look how hard you're getting." Steven's face told a different story however.

"Please don't cast me, I have a husband, he relies on my cock." Steven whimpered and Prince Eric groaned.

"Ugh, you're no fun." He said as he pulled a small metal ring out of his pocket.

"Please," Steven was crying, "I'll do anything," Steven put his hands on the prince's chest.

"Don't fucking touch me slut," Prince Eric said slapping Steven's hands away, "You're so pathetic." The prince pushed Steven's chest down with one hand, slamming him on the table and with his other hand slid the metal disk over Steven's cock and balls. Steven yelped and what happened next made you gasp. Prince Eric grabbed the ring and twisted it, the cock and balls pulling off. they were replaced by a metal plate. Steven squirmed, reaching his hand down, trying to feel a cock that was no longer there.

"Give it back...please." Steven cried, his face was red.

"hmmm" the prince pondered the request, pulling the cock to his face. He opened his mouth, licking the tip. He slid his tongue around the shaft, assessing the quality. "I take what I said earlier back. It seems your five-star status might hold some value. This is one exquisite penis. You will feel honored to know that it will please his highness." He snapped his fingers at one of the guards who produced a rucksack. Opening it, Prince Eric casually threw the cock inside.

You look at Steven and the careless prince. You wonder if you should do something.