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  • Tale with a twist cinder albert

    • Once upon a time, long ago in a faraway kingdom lived a poor, orphaned step-son, Albert, of an evil stepfather and his two equally evil sons. The stepson's daily task was to clean the fireplace (since there was no central heating in those days), and so he became known as Cinder-Albert, or Cinder-al, for short. Cinder Albert had to do all the chores of the mansion while his step dad and stepbrothers partied and abused him. He was usually required to perform his daily chores in the nude, since his stepfather refused to buy him any clothes and his stepbrothers refused to share theirs clothes with him. As he cooked and cleaned, his step dad and step brothers would heap their insults on him, taunting him about his large endowment hat would swing freely between his legs.

    He was not permitted to touch himself, and often would get hard while cleaning and cooking for the other three. This would aggravate the jealous stepbrothers, whose endowments were not as large, until one day they persuaded their stepfather to place a ring through the head of CinderAl's cock, and tie it down to a special lock that was chained to a large and heavy ball that he would have to carry around. (They feared one day he might run away.) And so they hatched their plan.

    One night they decided to lace CinderAl's food with a drug from the local apothecary to make him become drowsy and would cause him to go into a deep sleep. The evil step dad, after locking Cinder Albert into his humble cell, proceeded to pierce the head of the boy's cock and chain him to the bed visa-via the new jewelry attached to the tip of his bulbous head. While the stepfather did this, the other two shaved his pubic hair, which was meant to further humiliate the boy upon awakening. However, it just made his boy-cock look that much larger. After his hand and feet restraints were removed (for they feared he might awaken during the procedure), they admired their handiwork.

    They had become so excited over the perverse thing that they had done to him, the stepfather instructed his two sons to spooge over their handiwork while he would fuck the boy's virgin hole.

    And so when the boy finally aroused from his sleep the next morning, he felt the sharp pain from his crotch. He reached down to find that his cock was pierced and his pubes had been shaved. Dried cum was on his cock and balls and wet cum dribbled from his freshly fucked hole.

    The stepfather and brothers heard his screams of horror when they decided to investigate, knowing all along that the boy had realized what they had done to him. When they entered, after the screams had subsided, and had turned to sobs, they found the boy writhing, trying to extricate himself from the chain that held him.

    "The more you struggle, the more pain you will inflict upon yourself," the evil stepfather remarked smugly, with his tow sons in tow. "Now you will be our slave forever!" And with that the two brothers turned him over and with a hot iron, branded his lily-white ass cheek with that very word.

    They realized that the boy was in pain and sought to relieve him of it by anointing his part with saltwater until he was relieved. But it only furthered his torment until time healed the wounded flesh. Weeks passed. Finally Cinder Albert was able to start performing his regular duties again. He was chained by his cock to a heavy ball while he cooked and cleaned for the masochistic trio.

    One day, as luck would have it, the prince of the land was throwing a large circuit party where all the eligible bachelors would compete to become his consort. Invitations were sent far and wide until one day; one reached the house of debauchery belonging to none other that the evil stepfather and his two sons.

    "By royal decree, the prince requests the presence of you and all eligible males of your household to a royal ball." The brothers were beside themselves with excitement, as was Cinder Albert, since, he, too was eligible.

    "So much to do. . . We must have new clothes," the two boys raved. So upon his regular duties, CinderAlbert now had to make clothes for these two maleficent step siblings. The boy was set up sewing, and with the remnants he saved, made himself a fetching outfit. Unfortunately, there were not remnants left, so he would have to go shirtless. The shorts did little to cover his endowment, but nonetheless, he presented himself to his stepfather and stepbrothers in all their finery as they were preparing to go make merry at the palace.

    "Why, my dear boy, you can't' possibly go," the old man remarked.

    "Look at that outfit, father!" the step siblings cried. "You don't even have a shirt to wear to the ball!"

    And indeed he had none, but with all of the work that CinderAlbert did, and because he had to carry that large ball that was chained to his cock everywhere in the mansion, the boy had been transformed into a muscular, handsome beauty before their very eyes.

    "That's the fabric from my outfit!" cried one.

    "Mine, too!" cried the other.

    They proceeded to rip the tight shorts from his body. And so they left and locked the door behind them, leaving CinderAlbert to cry in the darkness of the mansion.

    As he cried, the lad hadn't realized what was transpiring around him. Suddenly, he opened his eyes to find a great light in his presence. Awestruck, the boy stood. A seemingly human figure appeared before him.

    "I'm your fairy god-father," the man said standing before him. "And you will go to the ball," he said. And with that he waved his magic wand (that was between his legs) and the chain fell from its place and the boy was free at last.

    "Now for something suitable to wear. What's your pleasure?" And with another wave of his wand, the boy was clad in a tailored Armani suit. "Now for some shoes." And with another wave of the wand produced two shiny, black leather boots.

    "Now hurry, the prince is waiting," his fairy godfather instructed.

    "I don't want to seem ungrateful, sir, but how will I get there?" inquired the boy.

    "Oh yes, details, details," mussed the magical figure. "A coach is waiting outside, with two hot men: one, your driver, the other, your footman. Now hurry!" as he pushed CinderAlbert out the door and into the carriage. "One last thing, you must be home before midnight, for when the clock strikes twelve, all will become as before!" he yelled as the carriage sped away.

    When CinderAlbert arrived, the palace was already rocking. Introductions ere made to the prince, who looked bored with all of the festivities. That is, until CinderAlbert entered.

    His eyes lit up. "Who is that attractive young man?" He inquired of his guard. But no one seemed to know. "I must meet him." So with that he arose from his royal throne to meet CinderAlbert.

    The two got along famously: they laughed and joked. They ate and drank. They danced and danced. Until, that is, CinderAlbert began to hear the twelve o'clock bells chime. He dashed out of the palace on the second stroke, down the flight of stairs by the third and fourth strokes. To the carriage frantically by the sixth and off into the darkness by the seventh, not to be seen by the eighth. It was jus as his fairy godfather had said.

    The coach deteriorated and the coachman and the footman evaporated, until nothing was left of them by the twelfth stroke of midnight. CinderAlbert was left walking home in the darkness.

    "After that coach!" the prince commanded his royal guard. But they came up empty-handed. It seemed that CinderAlbert had disappeared. The prince, upon hearing the news, was downcast.

    "I must find him somehow," he convinced himself, "but all I have is this golden ring." Indeed it was the very ring that was from CinderAlbert's cockhead, the very ring that his evil stepfather and brothers had placed on him months ago.

    The next day another decree was sent throughout the kingdom: "Whoever fits the ring that was dropped at the ball, the prince will wed." No one realized what kind of ring it was. The subjects assumed it was a ring to go around a ring finger. So the search went out far and wide until one day a messenger came to the very mansion where CinderAlbert lived.

    CinderAlbert answered the door and before the stepfather and his tow evil brothers could intervene, the messenger explained what he was there for.

    "Why that's no ordinary ring," the boy replied, "that's the ring that goes through my cock. And with that, the messenger placed it through the boy's head. It fit perfectly, and he was transformed before their very eyes into what he had been at the ball.

    The prince had his missing match at last. There was much merriment throughout the kingdom as the two kissed during a civil ceremony.

    And that is why, my friend, men from all ages and from all walks of life began getting a "Prince Albert" even until this day.

    They lived happily ever after.


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