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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Prince_and_the_Pauper_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Edward_VI/Miles_Hendon
  Character:
      Edward_VI_of_England, Tom_Canty, Miles_Hendon
  Additional Tags:
      boy/man, Shota, Gay_Sex, Gay_Male_Character, Shameless_Smut, boy_sex,
      Blow_Jobs, Lots_of_Cum, lust_without_love
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-03 Chapters: 2/4 Words: 3273
****** The King’s secret interest ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Edward,now on the throne; craves the company of Sir Miles Hendon. But
     how can he avoid the predjudice of Tudor society, and act out his
     desires?
Notes
     Please refrain from reading this if your uncomfortable with underage
     sex. Thanks
     :::::::::
     P.S I’m not exactly a great writer, but if you like shota then give
     it a try if you want..lol
     P.S, P.S; this is solemnly a work of fiction is in no way geared
     towards the real Edward VI; this version is an alternative version of
     the said historical figure.
***** King of Lust *****
Edward recalled the events which transpired when he and his look-alike, Tom
Canty had Switched places. To put it short: The prince saw the life of a
pauper, and the pauper saw the life of a prince. It was as simple as that.
Edward had not seen Tom at court for a few months now. He and his family who
once lived in famine now owned a house and income under the riches of the King.
Tom and his family were as greatful as ever.
With the circumstances of being King; Edward could do as he pleased. He could
eat what he wanted, and do what he wanted. In the perimeter of the palace he
was staying in at least.
He ordered that tutors should no longer use a whipping boy when he
‘misbehaved’. He also sought that no one should treat him as a child, which
especially applied to his laundress (who’s job was to dress him each morning -
even though he knew how to dress himself).
Now everyone was at his command.
However, (leading back to the “ perimeter of the palace” problem) he found that
many courtiers perused to patronise him, as if to manipulate. Sometimes he felt
there was no point of his high, high title. It didn’t help that his advisers
were so insistent and ignored his inclinations. It was becoming clear to him
that most grownups were not going to understand, until he started to act like
one of them himself.
Most grown ups, with the exception of Sir Miles Hendon.
Miles Hendon was titled Earl by Edward, and was married to Lady Edith; granted
also by Edward.
Miles was indeed married, and was indeed a man.
A man much older than he. A man who had cared for him when no one else had. A
man who was like heaven on earth.
Edward was sure Miles had liked him. But now he was married and claimed he
loved Edith – who was rightfully a kind and gracious woman. Edward didn’t
regret that they had married in private, otherwise the boy might have cracked
right there and then at the wedding.
Edward thought they deserved each other, after the Hendon family feud. How
could he not let them Marry? It would be completely unjustified if he did not;
considering the fact that Miles had taken care of him. After all, it was the
least he could do.
But feelings? Feelings for a married man? Yet when he himself was a boy (a boy
of 9 to be exact)? It felt so wrong. But he was certain Miles and he had shared
a lustful connection.
Otherwise he wouldn’t have touched his bottom so much when they rode on the
horse to Hendon Hall. Although that could have been an accident. But why had he
done it so much? It made no sense.
It wouldn’t be a good example, any how. And surely he would loose trust from
everyone in England. That is if he carried out his desire. But he was so
craving!
Edward became more impatient with his feelings. He had felt like this for a
while. But he couldn’t ignore his heart. How was he to keep it a secret?
If Edward was King when he switched places with Tom then maybe he could have
retrieved his crown strai–. His thoughts had suddenly remoulded.
That was exactly it! Tom Canty, the King’s doppelgänger could pose as him
again. So Edward could enjoy time with Miles, and Tom could enjoy playing King.
A win-win situation. It was perfect, oh it was.
The day was coming to a halt, and evening was to befall. King Edward organised
a carriage for Tom Canty to arrive at Hampton court; in which the young King
currently resided.
As far as Edward was aware Miles and Edith were staying in the palace at the
moment, and would be returning to Hendon Hall later on in the week.
He had last encountered Miles and Edith, upon taking a walk in his favourite
garden, it was his favourite because it had a marble fountain. They were sat on
a bench reading poems and laughing: being cringeworthy and annoying as
heterosexual partners are. It made Edward jealous for sure, but all hard
feelings were gone after the Couple had bowed before him.
There was also the issue – which strangely did not occur to him before – of his
downfall.
He’d heard the story of Edward II, who died from a hot stick up his arse, due
to him galavanting around with other men. It was ‘no suitable fate for a King’,
as his sister Mary had put it. She of course did not believe what the sodomite
king was right, but had grimaced at the thought of the punishment (even she
thought it was too harsh).
He thought all night about it (his crush on Miles). Turning and tossing under
his crisp white bed sheets. Edward couldn’t tell if he was awake for the
majority of the night or for all of it. All he knew was that, if anyone found
out - then the road of Tudor predjudice awaited him.
The King took his usual morning preparations, and dined at breakfast alone.
As one of the servants was cutting a hunk of cheese, there was a knock at the
door.
“Enter” Edward ordered.
There through an open door, revealed, “Sir Thomas Canty” - announced the
announcer.
To note; Edward had instructed Tom to meet him at breakfast. So he infact did
not rudely interrupt the King.
“A reliable friend you are, Tom. Would you eat?” Edward signalled his servants
to find a chair for the boy. “If it pleases your majesty, I shall. Thank you.”
Tom bowed and carefully made his way to the table.
The King shared his feast with his twin, and they talked of happy times,
(because that was the only thing to talk about in the ye olde days of England).
Once each finished eating Edward dismissed his servants present within the
room, and in doing so they cleared the table beforehand.
King Edward nodded to each of the 23 courtiers as they left the room, one by
one, until at last the guard bowed and shut the door behind him.
Edward told Tom to close the curtains and check the wardrobe. Notably, Tom had
become rather perplexed, but indeed did as he was told without argument. Edward
himself looked under the bed and checked the walls for any potential places a
spy, or even a servant, could be hidden. The coast was clear.
“We will switch places once more!” Edward declared, whisper shouting.
“You want to change clothes? For what reason, Prey?” Tom whisper shouted back,
he seemed to look slightly suspicious.
“It is...confidential. When I make my return, we are to once again revert to
our old lives.” Edward said taking off his shoes.
“But what if I-“ Tom was cut off, “Hush, Lad. It is a simple game we are both
familiar with. Say you feel unwell, only don’t say you’re not the King this
time!”

“Yes your majesty.” Tom nodded, still uncertain. He took off his hat, his coat
and then doublet. “For how long shall you be gone Sire?”
“At most forever, if I have to. At least - until, let us say...3 of The clock,
tomorrow!”
Edward was stood butt naked, waiting for Tom to hurry and take off his clothes.
Edward’s clothes were sprawled on the bed, right down to the floor.
When Tom had finally finished, the two boys began to dress themselves in each
others finery, and they once again became each other.
The King eagerly dressed himself, being the first of the two to finish. He
looked at himself in the mirror. It wasn’t the nicest middle class outfit. It
was brown and plain, but was definitely a spite better than wearing mud
encrusted rags. A whole lot cleaner too!
Tom thought that Edward’s gown looked splendid. Much more than his own
miserable brown one. Edward’s outfit was black, lined with golden thread. It
had red rubies paved down the sleeves. The coat was made of black fur, most
likely from a bear, and also had black silk on the outer layer.
“I’ll take my leave.” Said Edward adjusting his hat. “Once I’m gone you allow
your subjects back in the room.”
Tom tilted his head, as Edward walked away.
“OPEN THE DOOR!” Tom shouted awkwardly, causing Edward to turn around and cast
a glare which said; ‘ I’m not gone fool!’: to Tom who, in return, gulped.
With that, Edward opened the great door himself and left Tom in his place.
 
***** Edward/Miles Prt.1 *****
[Edward NSFW ]
The little King marched down the long wide galleries, headed to Miles and
Edith’s bed chamber. There were many, winding corridors and stair wells to go
through, and within five minutes of venturing he already was lost in his own
palace. He had not realised that he was so used to having an escort, and
embellished to himself that he should become competent to guide himself more.
As he was lost, he sought guidance from a nearby guard, who had a wispy beard,
and was standing intimidatingly before a huge wooden door.
“I beg you pardon Sir, but would you inform me as to where the Earl of Kent and
his wife Lady Edith reside? I have come on message of the King.” Edward asked
trying to sound as un-kingly as possible.
“The very last door on the right corridor, is where they are occupyin’ “
The guard answered, with a cockney accent, pointing to the right.
“Thank you sir.” Edward had bowed to him, feeling as though he had just
denounced himself.
The little boy headed in the direction he was informed – maybe he wasn’t that
bad at finding his way around. It wasn’t like he had foolishly wondered to the
complete opposite side of the palace, encountering the complete opposite
people. Now that would have been awkward.
Alas, he had reached the last door of the right corridor. Edward knocked twice
with his fist. He waited for 30 seconds or so, then knocked twice with his fist
again. He then counted to 10, and before long he impatiently opened the door.
The King slammed the door behind him, and examined the room. The room was
pleasant enough. It only had one tapestry with a picture of a milk maid, and a
mirror which was hung opposite the bed.
In the corner was an oak table, and a green armchair, lined with oak which
matched the table. In the green armchair sat Miles Hendon, snoring away, with
his feet in leather boots, perched on the oak table. Lady Edith did not seem to
inhabit the room.
Little King Edward tip toed over to the table and took the other chair opposite
Miles. The sunlight perfectly touched the side of the mans face, which in term
was a perfectly chiselled one. As said before, Miles was handsome. Daringly
handsome.
Edward decided that Miles Hendon was the most good looking man in the whole of
England, which was a righteous honour.
Miles had unfairly long eyelashes and thick (but not bushy), manly eyebrows.
His cheekbones were full, more full now for he had appeared to have shaved
beard. And his jaw line was plentifully shaped.
Another point about his upper face area, is that when awake you would see his
dazzling emerald eyes, which were addicting to say the least. Edward thought he
would never get bored with those heavenly eyes.
His lips were slightly parted, as a result of his slumber, causing in a line of
dribble at the side of his chin. In their parting you could see pearly white
strong teeth clenched, neatly placed next to each other. This was rare, bearing
in mind medical care hadn’t been invented yet.
Edward’s own teeth were crooked and babyish. Still, they were not rotten like
his farther’s had been. It was true to say Edward preferred Miles’ features
over his own any day.
Once he had finished remarking all of Miles’ wonderful features, he ran over to
the door to lock it, and checked the room for any eavesdroppers, peep holes,
and passages where one chose to inhabit them self.
The coast was clear once again.
Edward thought it was time he should awake Miles, but then stopped in a stance
to think, pinching his lips with his index finger and thumb.
He had suddenly recollected one of his adventures with Miles at an inn. Edward
remembered how he had hated the accommodation, and had been unkind to Miles, by
hogging the bed for himself, in which Miles took the floor to rest upon.
He remembered how he had woken that morning, to see that Miles’ Penis was as
stiff as a metal pole pledged in the ground. The boy, knew it was definitely
not a codpiece, for he had seen that Miles had released himself of it, along
with other uncomfortable items of clothing. His penis had made a tent is his
pants, which Edward had scoffed over at the time, as mere male instinct.
Unfortunately, he had not realised how he felt about Miles then, which he
mentally punched himself in the cheek for.
Edward had explored his library many a time. Once he had found and read and a
book, which was hand written, articulating the idea of prohibited sexual acts -
describing them in detail. Including: anal; in which “ones arse is
penetrated”,oral sex; where people would “pleasure one another with their
mouths”, and masturbation; where “fingers and objects are used as tools of
pleasure”.
Since had the King regretted reporting the book to his nanny, who told Prince
Edward (as he was at the time) it was a dirty prank, and then ordered for it to
be burned.
With these exciting ideas gathered, the King decided he would act upon them
with Sir Miles.
Edward took off Tom’s hat placing it on the table, then his doublet and shirt,
which he recklessly tossed on to the floor. He did the same for the other
layers of clothes, which he gathered to a crumpled pile, and placed on the oak
table – avoiding the burden of the ground.
The little King stood naked and proud, in front of the Earl of Kent’s resting
form. It didn’t look like Miles would wake up any time soon. It was as if his
senses had suddenly switched off when he was asleep.
With all his might, Edward shifted Miles’ left leg off the table, using both of
frail little arms, to support such an object. Then he moved his right leg in
the same manner.
Lifting the finely calved leg of a buff man, for a little boy required some
degree of strength. Edward received this notion proudly, and then in an urging
manner, collapsed in between the legs of Sir Miles Hendon.
Edward unlaced the codpiece, then hurled across to the other side of the room.
‘No use for this!’ He thought, ambitiously. To his surprise, Miles had a huge
tent in his pants. And by the looks of it he’d already creamed himself in his
sleep. Edward thought that he’d have to work Miles’ penis to have things go the
way he wanted them to, but apparently not.
After some more unlacing and unbuttoning, Edward delved his little hand into
the Earl’s pants and pulled out his cock. It was big. It was so big that Edward
became nervous. He hadn’t touched another man intimately before, let alone a
woman. And it wasn’t like he wanted to touch a woman, they were breeding
machines and chit-chats for all he cared (remember what time period this is:
Edward is very sexist).
But he couldn’t stop now, Miles being asleep was perfect enough - he’d just
have to be careful not to wake him. Miles cock was greased with cum,
Edward began to pace his hand up and down his length, as he masturbated his own
little cock at the same time. It wasn’t long before Miles had hazily squirted
on Edwards Face. The semen lolled off his face, to his chin and neck, then on
to his baby pink nipples.
It wasn’t like he could control himself in his sleep, Edward supposed.
The King decided to taste the goo which had been produced onto his face. It was
salty at first, then aftertaste was unforgettably sour. All in all he was
impressed that a bodily fluid could be satisfying.
Edward rewarded his finery, with the preference of his mouth.
Edwards girlish lips fitted lovingly around the brownish tip of the cock. The
King bobbed his head up and down on the length, only surpassing about three out
of the ten inch length.
Again the Earl came, but vigorously this time. The thick goo loaded down the
Kings throat, which in return he devotedly drank away at.
Edward pulled his mouth away to take a breather, semen dribbling down his chin
onto his chest again. Whilst the little King gained his breath, he failed to
notice movement before him.
Sir Miles Hendon had awoken.
He looked at Edward, who was flushed with deep embarrassment, then at the pile
of clothes on the table. “Tom Canty? Or the King?” He asked obliged. Edward did
not answer, he didn’t know how.
Edward became confused by his tone of voice,”You’re a sodomite!” He
laughed.”It’s the king disguised as Tom.” Edward blurted subconsciously. He
couldn’t pretend it didn’t happen, and it would be sly to involve poor Tom in
such a situation. He would not have said anything otherwise.
“You seem perplexed, Sire? Are you or are you not?” Miles flirted with a
devilish grin. A grin that was to die for.
“Y-Yes.” Edward sobbed, tears in his eyes. He was overcome with shock, though
Miles responded as he’d wanted him to, the guilt could never be undone. He felt
like such a dirty traitor; not urging to stop himself, getting foolishly
caught. It was perhaps the worst feeling he had ever felt.
Miles embraced the boys soft cheek with his big gentle hand, and then brought
the naked child to his lap embracing him.
“There, see. I’m sure that I’m a worse bugger than you my friend.” Miles
returned kindly.
“I had thought you were. When I met you I began to realise I was one too, I was
resilient at first. But then I fell in love with you Miles Hendon.” Edward
wiped his eyes, and then cupped Miles’s face with his hands, staring into his
forest green eyes.
“Yes of course...” Miles agreed, but He was not in love with Edward, he loved
Edith. And mayhap, he enjoyed the company of men and women alike, especially
boys.
Before he had met young Edward; in his late teens Miles Encountered a red
haired, Irish boy, around the same about the same age as the little Monarch.
He recalled how the boy had one green eye and one blue eye. Before going on a
voyage, Miles had paid the boy a single shilling for him suck the life out of
his penis; in an abandoned church of all places. They both fled for their
lives, having heard nearby voices of soldiers. He never saw the child again.
Miles sometimes got off at the thought of the boy, his face was so feminine and
beautiful, much like Edwards.
He decided it would be best not to tell the King of this encounter, and went
along with Edwards admonish.

“You do love me too don’t you?”
 Miles nodded, “Yes your Majesty, with all my heart.” He said lying.
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