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Following the events of the Spring festival, many things changed for Aldous and Jasper. Their relationship took a turn for the best in the dirtiest ways possible. Being with the Prince was easy. Even when they had their spouts of bickering, they would take a breather, talk it out and go back to normal. No relationship was empty of issues but the men cared enough for one another that they were willing to put their pride aside to ensure that they could be together. No longer did Aldous hold back on telling the Prince what he wanted, and Jasper felt the same. Even when it was something he’d never thought of he was willing to indulge him. Aldous was confident that if the Prince did something he truly didn’t like than he would stop immediately. Even outside of their sex life things have changed. Though because of his job in general they spent a lot of time together, the energy surrounding them was different. Jasper was very affectionate in his own way often buying Aldous gifts. At first the younger man was taken back, he didn’t want the Prince to think that he had to buy his affections when he already had his heart. The Prince was quick to reassure him that that was not what that was. He just wanted his partner to have the best, and that was something he was ready to supply.
Though the Prince wasn’t afraid to hide, Aldous often still held back when they were not alone. He was still an employee of the castle after all and didn’t know how it would be received that he had such contact with the Prince. Especially during their weekly dinners with the King and other Princes, he made sure to be on his best behavior much to the Prince’s disapproval. Jasper tried to assure him that the King wouldn’t have a problem with it, since he wasn’t in line for the throne there were very little decorum expectations on him. And even if there were the King loved his children and would never force them to be or be without someone if there was love involved. He may be a ruler, but he was a romantic at heart. Aldous understood the Prince’s desire to be public with their relationship, he just wasn’t ready for that yet. It took some discussion but Jasper accepted it, wanting Aldous’ comfortability over anything else. There were a few others who were well aware of their relationship, and even knew of their dirty proclivities, the tailor and the castle physician. Though neither of the older men really understood the appeal of such activities they were happy to support the couple in any way they needed. They just wanted the two to be happy and if that meant ordering a few extra bottles of laxatives and body oil, of making more clothes because the others got soiled, then they were glad to do it.
After a night of rambunctious lovemaking, Aldous woke feeling the kind of hunger that he hadn’t felt since he’d been employed at the castle. The Prince was still fast asleep, likely exhausted from their late night activities, so Aldous simply slipped out of their room and made his way to the kitchen. It was far too early for any of the kitchen staff to assist him, the sun hadn’t even rose yet. When he arrived in the kitchen he set his sights on the large refrigerator in the corner. Often times he would visit it throughout the day to see what leftovers were in there. He was far from a picky eater so the kitchen staff was more than happy for him to pick through it to help cut down on food waste. This morning, however, he was craving meat. Digging through the different containers and pots, in the back of the fridge he found exactly what he wanted. Wrapped perfectly on a covered plate was a beautifully made sandwich. He smiled and grabbed the plate quickly, surprised that he got to it before anyone else. He took off the wrapping and threw it away before he devoured the sandwich ravenously. It was very flavorful, although a bit of a bitter aftertaste, it was good either way.
Once his stomach was satisfied he downed a large cup of water before he made his way back to his room to get ready for his day. He washed himself with the wash basin that he rarely used since he often bathed with the Prince who preferred the luxury of the large tubs. After washing vital areas he deemed himself clean enough and got dressed in his loosest, comfortable clothes. Today he had a private lesson with one of the knights he had befriended, Damien. Due to the incident at the Spring festival, Aldous took it upon himself to add to his duties as right hand to the Prince. He knew that he would never be as strong as the knights or assassins that trained for years of their life, but he wanted to be more capable than he was at defending himself and more importantly Jasper. So with the help of Damien he was at least proficient at wielding a dagger and short sword as well as some grappling techniques. The seasoned warrior was impressed with how quickly Aldous was able to grasp new things and actually enjoyed teaching the younger man.
When Aldous arrived at the training gym, in their regular fashion they talked a bit, updating each other about their weeks and then jumped right into the thick of it. They went at it long and hard, Damien unafraid to correcting the young man where need be. It was a few hours later when they stopped. Aldous felt worse than he normally did, the session wasn’t any tougher than it normally was but he felt terrible. His stomach protested every movement causing him to crumble to the ground. He was out of breathe as cramping wracked his midsection. Damien decided they had done enough for the day and sent Aldous back to the castle to rest. It took him longer than usual to make the short travel from the gym to the couple’s quarters.
When he arrived he was greeted by Jasper who’s smile quickly fell taking in the state of his partner. With gentle hands he helped him up on the bed to lay on his back. Aldous took stock of his body, his muscles were tired from training, but the source of the pain radiated from his stomach. It was then that he realized that was why the sandwich had a weird aftertaste. It could be that the meat was too old, or the vegetables gone rotten, whatever it was made his body very upset with him.
“Well we should get you to the bathing hall. I’m sure that the hot water will soothe your pain.” Jasper reassured.
Not knowing what else to do, with great struggle he listened to the Prince and was out of bed, making their way to the bath hall. With all of his working out he was now quite bulkier than Jasper, though he’d always been larger. With some extra effort from the Prince they were able to get him naked and into the water. Immediately Jasper plastered himself to Aldous’ back and began cooing and rubbing his stomach, more for comfort than anything else. With a few minutes of that he was happy to admit that it was actually helping him. Along with the cramping subsiding for now, his worn out limbs also received the comforting warmth, revitalizing them and giving him strength so that he could stand on his own and not lean on the Prince so much.
“Let me wash you, stay still.” Jasper commanded softly.
He parted from Aldous for a moment to grab some cloth and soap. When he returned he went right back to holding onto the younger man. Gingerly he washed him, wrapping both of his arms around him to rub him down with both hand and cloth in an almost clinical manner. Though they both loved to caress one another in the most intimate of ways now was not the time for that, so he washed with purpose and purpose alone. Of course Aldous’ body responding to Jasper’s touch, but it was promptly ignored in his efforts to make the man feel better. All the while Aldous body relaxed, letting go of involuntary gas. At first he felt embarrassed when fat bubbles of noxious air began to pop on the surface. Jasper giggled and assured the man that it was alright. He didn’t mind in the slightest, on the contrary, he wanted more. So Aldous settled again and reveled in the feeling of soft fingertips scrubbing through his kinky hair.
It was due to being mostly submerged in water but neither man noticed how wet those farts actually were. With each pocket of air released, a little bit of fecal matter came with it. It wasn’t until Jasper had finished washing him that they had no choice but to notice it. A particularly painful cramp shot through him and because he was so relaxed he’d forgotten to clench as it flowed through him. His body had had enough of what he ate that morning and decided that now was the time to expel everything that it held inside. Like liquid lava his hole erupted all over the front of Jasper’s midsection. Try as he might he couldn’t get it to stop.
“It’s alright sweetheart let it out. You’ll feel much better.” Jasper encouraged as a few chunks hit him in the stomach.
“But it’s dirty.” Aldous whined.
The water surrounding them was quickly turning brown, mixing seamlessly with the thick sludge that was pouring out of him. He was once again overwhelmed with embarrassment due to lack of control of his body. Every time he clenched, trying to stop the spray another cramp of protest would shoot through his stomach. Jasper stayed behind him through it all, rubbing his back as he was bent over, hands on his knees. He could feel the man’s erection poking out in between his cheeks, directly in the line of fire.
“It’s not dirty! At least not in a bad way. Just let go. I promise clean-up will be easy.”
Soon enough Aldous’ body was finished, just a few sputters of gas were left. Surveying the pool around him, it was hardly water anymore. It looked like they were stand in a muddy pond after a mud slide. He was exhausted now, all of the energy he had left was drained out of his rectum.
“Do you think you could stand?”
“Yeah I got it.”
Jasper led him over to the lone shower stall in the corner, turned the water on and left Aldous to lean against the glass. With saddened eyes and reddened cheeks he tiredly watched as Jasper turned a lever near the tub that he’d never seen used before. He was surprised and a little less mortified as the pools water level began to decrease. Jasper had been right. Cleanup was simple when you could just drain it all away. The Prince smiled as he walked over, feeling proud of himself for eliminating some of his partner’s worries. Together they slowly washed each other, trading lazy kisses as they went, Jasper for comfort, and Aldous in thanks. Soon enough they were back to their quarters where the Prince laid him down to rest while he went to make a visit to the doctor.
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Jasper felt terrible about the state that Aldous was in, even worse because seeing him uncontrollably spew the contents of his bowels aroused him like no other. It was rare that he got to see the man relieve himself in that way. During their play it was mostly himself, with Aldous occasionally providing piss and enjoying Jasper’s own waste. When the man was feeling better he would request that they delve into the opposite, but for now he decided to ignore his arousal and focus on taking care of his partner.
When he tucked him into bed, with the promise of returning quickly he set out to visit the castle’s physician. Surely the wise man had to have something that could soothe his stomach. The bath had worked at first but that had been a temporary solution. Whatever Aldous had ate that morning clearly disagreed with him violently. He couldn’t go the whole day not eating though so he’d also have to stop by the kitchen to request some kind of soup that was both nutritious and light on the stomach.
“Your Majesty!” the cheery doctor exclaimed as he walked into his office. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?”
“Aldous seems to have some kind of stomach ailment. I’m sure it’s from something he ate.”
“Well food poisoning is an easy fix Your Majesty. Just give me a moment while I grab a few things.”
Jasper sat in one of the waiting chairs while the doctor went to his backroom in search of whatever could help. It wasn’t long before the older man returned with a box of what looked like tea and some bottles of pink liquid.
“This will soothe his stomach and kill off any bacteria that’s causing him distress.” he handed Jasper the box. “It will make him very sleepy so don’t be alarmed if he’s asleep for most of the day. These are to keep him hydrated. As whatever is plaguing him exits his system he’ll need a lot of fluids to avoid dehydration. So when he’s awake give him these and water, nothing else.”
“What shall I feed him?”
“Some light vegetable soup will sustain him, he should be fine by tomorrow. The main concern is hydration. If he is not better or getting worse then bring him here in the morning.”
“Thank you doctor!” Jasper smiled.
“Of course Your Majesty. Do give Sir Aldous my best.”
“I will.”
He usually wouldn’t rush out of the office like that, he enjoyed talking with the doctor, but he was in a rush to get back to Aldous. He didn’t want to take too long, and promised that he would be back quickly. With additional thanks he left with his goods in hand. As he was on his way, hearing Aldous’ name in hushed tones, however, gave him pause. He knew that most of the staff loved the man almost as much as he did. What was there not to love? He was kind and courageous, fiercely loyal and compassionate. Always he was willing to offer a helping hand, and the man didn’t have a mean bone in his body. So when he heard some nameless staff talking badly about him it made an ugly mess of rage bubble up within the Prince. He wasn’t naive enough to think that everyone who was graced with Aldous’ presence would instantly adore him the way he had, but to talk bad about someone they truly didn’t take the chance to get to know was something he wouldn’t stand for.
“I don’t see what the Prince could possibly see in him. He’s so far beneath him.”
“Agreed. Since he’s from one of the outskirt villages I doubt he can even read.”
“Maybe his Majesty likes them dumb and dirty. Much easier to bend them over that way.”
Hearing them cackle at their own rancid joke broke the Prince’s resolve and he stomped over to them, loudly clearing his throat. When they turned to see who intruded on their foul conversation their faces turned paper white as they saw it was him.
“What department do you two work in?” he sneered.
“Laundry—Your Majesty.”
“Hmm? That’s interesting because Aldous is my right hand. I believe that makes him of far higher status than the two of you. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes Your Majesty.” they shivered.
“Right! And if he still was a simple farm hand he’d still be better than the likes of you.” he said moving closer, enjoying watching them cower. “You’ll do well to remember your place. My affairs are none of your concern. He is better, and will always be better simply because I said so.”
“Yes Your Majesty.”
“Leave my sight! Now!” he hollered.
He watched with glee as they scurried away down the long hallway. Only when they turned the corner did he turn to continue his walk back towards the kitchen. He made a mental note to have a talk with the head of the laundry staff. Gossip about himself he couldn’t care less about, but when it concerned his innocent partner it was something he wouldn’t stand for. If he had to put fear of the crown into every last one of the its employees than he wouldn’t hesitate to do so.
‘It would be nothing to eliminate a few bad apples.’ he thought darkly.
When he walked in and let the staff know what he needed it wasn’t long until the tea was brewed and he was walking back to their quarters. They all sent well wishes for the man and promised that one of them would stop by with soup for him. When he walked through the door he found Aldous still clutching his stomach and laying on his side. He set down all of his supplies and helped the man sit up to drink his tea while relaying what the doctor told him.
It wasn’t long until the man’s eyes began to droop, easily falling asleep. Jasper decided he would nap with him, both of them needing their strength to get him back to health.
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Aldous was on his way to waking up, hearing the shuffling of a bored Prince. He was still very unwell but felt much better than he had in the bath hall. His stomach was still grumbling and he now had a bad headache. He was hungry but now afraid to eat because of what happened. The most urgent need of them all was the tell-tale pressure in his bowels. He tried to sit up on his own and was failing until the Prince noticed him and swiftly came to his side.
“Would you mind helping me to the bathroom? I’d hate to soil the bed.”
“Of course my love.”
Jasper helped him up and to the bathroom. Since their budding relationship, some changes had been made at the Prince’s request. Next to their conjoined room there use to be a storage closet. It was now a small bathroom with a single toilet, shower, and sink with its only entrance being a single door in Jasper’s room. No one questioned when he made the request as often happened. He hardly asked for much and when he did he was never met with resistance. Aldous was delighted that their activities would further remain private. No worrying about needing to go to the bath hall hoping no one would see them. While Jasper clearly still enjoyed going there, today’s events being clear evidence of that, it was great for a quick wash-up.
Jasper helped him take down his pants and plant himself on the toilet, and he stood near by. As he answered the call of his lower half he noticed that Jasper was doing his best to not look at him, but his tented pants tell a different story. He remembers the Prince had been hard in the bath as well but with him in and out of sleep and in pain, he hasn’t been able to satisfy him. More liquid began to pour out of him, splashing against the toilet with such force. He didn’t understand how he could shit so much, he ate well for his size and activity level, but definitely not enough to warrant such a wave of waste. The torrent began to peter off with sputters of gas blowing long and loud, amplified by the porcelain around it. He also had to pee, so he made a snap decision that might bring his partner some pleasure.
“Would you like to have a drink Milord?” he asks smirking.
“What—”
He watches as the Prince’s eyes light up as he offers his flaccid dick to him. Even with the break in his shitting the smell is still so potent in the air around him. He wouldn’t be the least offended if the man said no, so he’s quite surprised when wordlessly the man walks over and gets on his knees. In between his slightly spread legs he settles back on his heels and leaned his torso towards him with his mouth open. If Aldous was pain free and his hole didn’t burn he was sure that his dick would be harder than ever at the sight in front of him. He beckoned the Prince forward with a guiding finger under his chin, until the tip of his dick enters his plush lips. He was scared to move his butt forward, to meet the man halfway just in case his hole begins to spit again. The last thing he wants to task the Prince with is cleaning his liquid mess alone.
He lets his bladder release a little, a slow steady stream flows out of him and into the Prince’s warm mouth. It felt good, all that pee caused just as much pressure as his bowels did.
“Mmm,” he moaned, “Does this quench your thirst Milord?”
He drank and drank, breathing loudly through his nose, in his eyes was a resounding yes.
“You can touch yourself if you want. I know you want to.”
The Prince stayed still until cascade stopped. He suckled on his tip before licking him clean and letting him fall from his lips.
“I don’t wish to pleasure myself while you’re in pain. I will wait until you feel better.”
To anyone else this might seem like a pointless quest, but to Aldous it meant the world to him. His partner was willing to hold off until they could reach their peaks together. It was sweet in the most lustful way possible, adding to all of the affection that he already held for his thoughtful Prince.
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For the most part Aldous remained asleep for the rest of the day, only waking to rush to the bathroom or to eat his soup at top speed. Though the Prince felt lonely without having the constant company of his partner, that feeling paled in comparison to how happy he was that the man’s condition was approving. He still wasn’t at full capacity, needing Jasper’s help to get to the bathroom, but it was a far cry to how he’d been that morning. No longer did he clutch his stomach in pain, just complained a bit under his breathe when it growled at him. He was eating though and that was enough to satisfy the Prince.
“You are an excellent nurse Milord.”
“You have the good doctor to thank for that. Now finish your soup.”
Jasper had a bit of a love-hate relationship with Aldous continuing to call him Milord. At first he despised the moniker as he felt so much more than a Prince to the man. But as time flowed on he came to realize that Aldous used the term more out of affection than out of the blind respect that everyone else did. Though he still preferred that the man call him by his name or the plethora of pet names there was to choose from, he found he didn’t mind it that much anymore.
“I take it you’re feeling better.” he said taking the empty bowl.
“Yes but I do need to pee again.” he replied sheepishly.
“Don’t feel ashamed. You know I don’t mind one bit.”
“I know—I’m also really tired of having to go.”
“Yes, but it’s doctor’s orders.”
It was clear that Aldous was well enough to walk on his own now, albeit a bit of a slower pace. Still he wrapped his arm around Jasper’s shoulders and let him accompany him to the bathroom.
He stood and watched with heated eyes as the larger man took himself from his sleep pants and relieved himself in the toilet bowl below. At first it was out of genuine concern, the last thing he wanted was for the man to get hurt, but now he was just teasing himself. With each time they came here he got more and more aroused only to stomp it out when the man went to sleep. It was sweet torture at this point and he knew that when he finally got his release it would come crashing over him quickly. It was an exciting thing for him to think about.
When he was done, they went back out to their room and got back into bed. Jasper tucked them back in and watched Aldous as he went back to sleep. As much as he tried to fight it he’d had another dose of the tea with his lunch so he was powerless against it.
“Sleep sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Aldous had woken up just in time for dinner so they were able to eat together which made both of them happy. He’d complained a bit about having to eat soup again and because the Prince could never seem to resist his pouting he’d given him a bit of his chicken. When they were full and finished both men went about their nightly routine together before they climbed into bed together for the evening. With Aldous no longer having stomach pain he pulled the Prince towards him, tucking him into his chest.
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Aldous had fallen asleep peacefully, but he didn’t wake up that way. He was thrusted into consciousness as he heard a scuffle happening around him. It took him a minute to get his bearings as he was alert after being in such a deep sleep. It only took him a second to spring into action when he heard a pained cry from The Prince. Someone was in their room, and that someone was currently harming his partner. Tossing their covers aside he threw his mostly naked body at the attacker, easily flinging him off of the Prince.
“Jasper go!” he yelled putting himself in the middle.
Whoever it was, was cloaked, wearing a mask and heavy dark clothing. Fixing his stance he lunged at the assailant, knocking them off balance enough to get a good hook in. This person was at least somewhat of a capable fighter because they recovered quickly, brandishing a knife in their hand. Aldous was at a disadvantage now. The room wasn’t well lit, only a little lantern sat on the table, so it was fairly hard to see. Plus the added knife would make this difficult, but though Aldous was big, he was also fast. He’d probably take a couple of slashes but he’d be fast enough to dodge any vital swipes.
The attacker made the first move, lunging with his knife forward. He was fast and made a small cut on his forearm. The landing of the first blow made the attacker bold. Feeling empowered by Aldous taking a step back he did the same again. That was his first mistake, putting too much faith in the weapon and not what could be done with it. Aldous dipped low, effortlessly dodging the attack. With his right leg out he swept the attackers own legs out from under him, knocking him on his back. The knife he didn’t have a good enough grip on flew out of his hand and clattered on the floor a few feet away from them. Before he even had a chance to try to get it, Aldous climbed on top of him, straddling his legs and began to swing. He wasn’t a violent man but he found the noise of the person’s nose cracking to be a satisfying sound to him.
With a few more blows the assailant was unconscious and Aldous’ hands were covered in blood that was not his own. All the while Prince Jasper was on his mind.