The Groom of the Stool

"Fucker, just get it over with," the King grumbled, his impatience apparent.

James smiled at the King's candid response and nodded. He proceeded to push himself in fully, burying himself balls deep inside the monarch. He paused momentarily. "How does that feel, Your Grace?"

"God, I'm starting to enjoy it," the King admitted.

"Very good, Your Grace. I'm going to work on loosening up your stool," James informed him.

James got into the rhythm, fueled by an unexpected surge of energy. He could hear the King moaning as he continued to pummel him.

"Alright, Your Grace, some liquid to soothe the burning," James said, and the King consented.

James continued with their passionate encounter until the climax. With a final powerful thrust, he came, releasing a series of hot, sticky ropes deep into the King's rectum. He lay there, twitching, until he eventually withdrew. As he did, the King farted, and the long-awaited bowel movement began, with the King's excrement covering James's cock and balls.

Once the ordeal was over, the old monarch sighed in relief, and James remained there, serving his unique role with unwavering dedication.

"Feeling better, Your Grace?" James inquired.

The King twitched and then let out a satisfied groan. "That was the best whit ever, better than earlier. I don't know what you're doing back there, but keep it up."

James couldn't help but smile at the King's praise.

"Rest for a moment, Your Grace," James suggested. He gently pushed back up and sighed, his member still buried deep within one of the most powerful men in the country. After a short pause, James finally pulled out and stood up. "Your Grace, there's no need to move for a moment. I would recommend just sitting for a second."

"Sure," the King replied.

While the King could get up if he desired, James used this time to discreetly clean himself and remove any evidence of their activities. He washed himself down thoroughly, ensuring he was pristine, and cleaned his member of any lingering residue. Afterward, he got dressed and returned his attention to the King's posterior.

James carefully examined the King's opening, gently spreading it with his fingers. "Very good, Your Grace. We're making excellent progress in loosening it up," he remarked, his tone professional and reassuring.

The clandestine ritual continued, hidden away behind the thick walls of the royal chamber, known only to the two of them.

"Excellent," James replied with a nod, acknowledging the progress they were making.

The next day, James received a summons once again, this time to meet with a new arrival, a woman. He couldn't help but pause and smile at the unexpected sight.

"A woman?" he remarked in mild surprise.

"That's what I said," the King chuckled.

"I assure you I am as highly qualified as some of these men," she declared, dismissing one of the male surgeons with a wave of her hand. The man sniffed in derision.

James, never one to back down from a challenge, launched into a barrage of questions, each one more complex and demanding than the last. He pushed the boundaries of medical knowledge to the point where even some of the so-called 'surgeons' hired by the King couldn't keep up.

Finally, the woman posed a simple yet intriguing question, "Who are you?"

James, intrigued by her intellect and curious about her identity, replied with a counter-question, "Who are you?"

Her response was equally enigmatic, "The same as you."

"I think not," James replied with a smile.

"I think so," she retorted, inclining her head confidently.

"Make sense, damn you," the King barked impatiently.

In response to the King's demand for clarity, she revealed, "I am James Smith, the Groom of the Stall."

This revelation elicited a few snickers, but they were quickly silenced under the King's gaze. James, on the other hand, arched an eyebrow in her direction.

"You wipe the King's ass?" She clarified with a hint of amusement.

James maintained his grin.

"It's a shitty job, but someone's got to do it." James looked at the Kind, "Her."

The King grunted in amusement, but he seemed genuinely intrigued. "Her?" James nodded, confirming her accuracy in answering his questions.

"A woman," the King muttered with a mixture of surprise and skepticism.

"Yes, my liege, she will look after your health, I guarantee," James assured the King.

The King nodded in acceptance.

Later that day, James received the summons and, though tired, made his way to the King's chambers. Once everything was in place, he engaged in their intimate ritual, thrusting deeply into the King's anus and making love to him passionately. He climaxed with intensity, emptying every ounce of his passion into the corpulent monarch.

The King's loud moans filled the room as James sat there, twitching with satisfaction. When he had finished, he withdrew, and the King's long-awaited bowel movement followed, covering James's body.

James smiled, cleaned up discreetly, and quietly left the chamber, their secret encounter hidden behind the thick walls of the royal court.