Queery Tales; Where Rainbows Begin

The Bronze Ring

A/N: Here is another re-written story from my kiddie-hood. This one is a little longer than the last two, so please give yourself a lot of time to read it from start to finish.
This story was originally from 'The Blue Fairy Book' by Andrew Lang. I take no credit for the story, the original ideas or the events that are not sexual. No money is being made from this story.
This Story is dedicated to LamaPie, the first and fairest of all reviewers. (Don't worry, I will get to my other reviews soon.)

The Chase

Once upon a time, there was a King who had a wonderful castle. It was well decorated, well furnished and all the drapes made it look wonderful. But sadly, the garden was not the same. Although the soil was good and the land was designed for growing all sorts of things, the gardeners couldn't make it happen.
In a moment of disgrace, the King turned to his advisors, asking them what to do about the situation.
'What is wrong,' they said to him 'is that your garders are not worthy of gardening. They come from families of carpenters, or jewelers, or some other trade. They do not have passed along knowledge.'
'What shall I do?' the King asked.
'Send messengers to every town to find someone who is the son of a gardener, and who's father was also the son of a gardener.' And so it was done. Messengers went in every direction to every town to find someone who was the third generation of gardeners. Eventually, one was found.
'Will you come and garden for his highness?' the messenger asked.
'I cannot leave my family.' he said.
'they may come with you.' the messenger replied.
'I have many debts to pay.' The gardener continued.
'We will have them paid for you.' the messenger answered.
'I do not have many tools.' the gardener finished.
'We will supply you with what you need.' The messenger added, becoming a little impatient. So the gardener and his family of a wife and two sons, were sent to the castle to live and work. The King provided everything the gardener needed from seeds to tools to bricklayers and carpenters to make garden beds.
After a year of working and tending in the garden with his two sons, the gardener managed to make a beautiful garden. The flowers were bright and colorful. The vegtables were the best in the land and the fruit was as fresh as spring water. Grass was greener, trees looked healthy and it was pleasant to walk through.
'You have done well.' the King said to the gardener every day as he walked through the garden. There was not a thing wrong with it. Every day, the gardener sent fresh fruit to the King, fresh vegetables to the kitchens, and the sons took flowers to the children of the King, a boy and a girl. Now the younger son of the gardener was a very nice young man, and he had taken a liking to the prince. At the same time, the Prince had taken a liking to the gardener's younger son. Now the Prince was just turning twenty, and he had failed in a marriage.
'Son, it is time you married again.' the King said to him. 'Why will you not take a wife?' The Prince did not answer at first, and then said 'I wish to Marry a man, for it is a man that I love.' the Prince said. The King swtood where he was in complete disbelief.
'If you marry a man, you cannot be king.' he said.
'Then let my Sister be Queen. The Prince said. 'I am happy to be a Prince or a Duke or a whatever, but I do not wish to marry a woman. I wish to be wed to a man.' The Prince finished. The King walked away without another word. He consulted his advisors.
'We need to see what will happen. If he is to marry a man, it needs to be of high estate and birth, or else there is no position for him in the castle.' the advisors said. The King nodded sadly. He decided he had little choice. Either his son marry a man of high birth and stay in the castle, or be expelled if he married a lower class man. The King went back to his younger son a few days later.
'I will find a man for you to marry, if that is what you truly desire.' The King said. His son looked bewildered.
'But I have chosen a man. I love the younger son of the Gardener.' the Prince answered. The King could not believe his ears. The Prince was happy to throw everything away for a lowly servant. He returned to his advisors. They had found a suitor. It was the youngest son of the Prime Minister.
'We must get rid of the boy the Prince likes.' the advisors said.
'How do we do that?' asked the King.
'We will declare a race. The first to reach the next Kingdom and back will marry the Prince. But we shall set it up so the Prime Ministers son has a good advantage.' the advisors said.

So a few days later, the race was ready to go. The Prime Minister's Son was given a splendid horse with the best of riding gear, fine clothes and a bag of gold to aid him in his quest. The Gardeners son was given a lame horse, rags and a bag of copper coins. Before the race started, the Prince came to see the Gardeners son.
'Take this bag of Jewels with you, that it may come to your aid.' said the Prince, pressing the bag into the boys chest.
'I will, Prince Andrew.' the gardener's son said.
'I will love you Michael, no matter what the outcome,' the Prince answered, followed by leaning in and kissing him.
The race began. Prince Andrew watched as the Prime Minister's son raced on ahead. And was soon lost of the mountains ahead. Michael was left far behind on his lame horse who couldn't go fast. He knew that, despite the bag of jewels, he had little chance of catching the Prime Minister's son before he returned.

At a distant town in the next country, the Prime Minister's son rode in on his horse, looking for a place to stay. At the town square was a water fountain. At the edge sat an old woman with matted gray hair, dusty black robes and a walking staff.
'Good day to you traveller,' she said to the Prime Minister's son. 'Please spare me a gold piece that I may eat, for I have not done so in days.' she begged.
'Begone witch.' the Prime Minister's son answered. 'I have nothing for you Crone.' He rode on his way. A few hours later, Michael rode into town. He also passed the old woman sitting by the fountain.
'Good day to you traveller.' she said.
'Good day to you, fair ma'am.' said Michael.
'Please spare me a gold coin that I may eat, for I have not done so in days.' she begged.
'Ride with me that we may find shelter for the night, for you look cold and tired.' Michael replied. He helped the old woman onto the back of the horse and then walked beside them as they searched for an inn. Just as they found one, there was a noise in the street. Men wearing the coat of arms for the country they were in came past, calling out: 'The King is ill. He will reward anyone who can cure him and return him to his youth.' They kept calling. The old woman turned to Michael.
'Here is my reward to you. I will help you cure the King and get you to the end of your quest.' she said. 'At midnight, you must leave the inn and go to the southern gate. There, you will find three dogs, one black, one white and one red. You must slice their throats and burn them. When you have done that, gather up the ashes and store them in three different colored sacks, the sacks color matching the dogs color.
Go to the castle and call out that a wise sage has come to heal your king and that you are the only one who can do so. The guards and castle healers will try to send you away, but persist and say what you must. They will let you in.
Order a cauldron to be brought and for it to be filled with oil. Then ask that you are given the amount of firewood equal to that of which three donkeys can carry. Burn the king in the oil until nothing but his bones remain. Then place the bones out on the floor in the correct order and sprinkle the ashes of the three dogs over him. He will be revived in his youth. Ask for the bronze ring that grants the wish of its wearer.' she finished.
'Very well.' said Michael.

That night, the Prime Minister's son stayed in an expensive inn with the best of all luxuries. Michael and the Old Lad stayed at the cheapest in on poor beds with only rags to cover them. At midnight, Michael took up his things and left the inn. At the southern entrance he found the dogs. Using a hunting knife he owned, he slit their throats and burned them until nothing but ashes remained. Gathering the ashes in three bags the old lady had given him, he looked around to see that dawn was coming. He took the three bags along with hs own things to the castle.
'Halt, who goes there?' called a voice.
'I am a sage from a distant land. I have come to cure your King for it is only I who can do so.' the guards took one look at him and laughed. But they still allowed him entrance. The healers of the castle advised the King that this man was not the one who could heal him, but he ignored them.
'He will do no better than you if he cannot.' said the King. Michael ordered the cauldron with the oil and the amount of wood equal to that which could be carried by three donkeys and set it ablaze. When it was boiling, he lowered the King into it. Steam rose from the cauldron as the King disappeared and when it all cleared, only his bones remained. The gardener removed the bones and put them back into the correct place in the floor. He sprinkles the bags of ashes over the bones and the King was instantly revived, young and healthy.
'My word, how wonderful.' the King exclaimed in delight. 'What will you have as a reward? My treasures?'
'No, for have my own treasure.' Michael answered.
'My daughters hand in marriage?' The King offered.
'No, for my love awaits me in a distant land.' Michael answered.
'Will you have half my Kingdom?' the King asked, wondering what was wrong with the man in front of him.
'No, for my home is my land, and I need no more. I want only the bronze ring that grants any wish made to it.' Michael said. The King sighed and looked at him.
'I feared it would be that. But nevertheless, I did promise a reward. Here it is.' he said, opening box and there was the ring. 'It is over one hundred years old, and it has never once needed polishing.' the King said. Michael took it and put it on his finger. He bowed to the King, who bowed back in gratitude.

Michael went into the streets and down to the docks. He spoke to the ring.
'Bronze ring, obey thy master. I want a ship to be made. The hull is to be of the finest wood, the masts more strong than any tree, the sails to be as clean as mountain water and the crew to be of well and lively men of high birth. Sir Nicholas is to be at the helm and you are to fly the flag of a far and distant country,' Michael finished speaking, and there was the ship, tied up at an empty dock. Michael climbed aboard and was welcomed to the ship. Michael set sail for the destination that was the halfway point of his race for Andrew.
Upon arriving in the destination, Michael looked around the town. At the city center was a man cleaning the streets, his clothes in rags and his hair a mess. Michael recognised him instantly as the Prime Minister's son. The son, however, did not recognise Michael, for he was well dressed and as clean as he had been in many a year.
'Wh are you, fair worker, to be doing such lowly work? Surely you have a story like eveyone else.' Michael said.
'I was the son of a Prime Minister. I spent all my money getting here and now have to work to try and get home.' he said.
'What is your name?' Michael asked. He knew the answer, but he had to keep up his show.
'I am Jeremy, the third son of the Prime Minister of a distant land.' he said.
'For someone of high birth, I will welcome you into my servitude and I will get you home, but you must do as I say.' Michael said. Jeremy instantly agreed, for he was tired of cleaning streets. Michael took him to the ship where he had Jeremy instantly stripped and tied down.
'Bronze Ring, obey thy master. Burn red hot that I might be able to make a mark upon a mans flesh, but one man only.' Michael said. The ring glowed red hot. Micheal took it up with a set of iron tongs, and burned a mark into the back of Jeremy. He screamed in pain, but it was over quickly.
'You are marked as my servant forever.' Michael said and Jeremy nodded. 'Set sail for his home land and take him below to my quarters.' Michael continued. The men did as they were told ad Jeremy was eft standing tie and naked in the captains quarters and not sure on what was next. Michael came in soon after and shut the door. He pushed Jeremy to his knees and bent him over.
'This is one thing I enjoy. My use for you is limited, so I will have to find another use for you.' he said. Jeremy didn't say anything. He didn't like being the bottom of a sexual relationship, and Michael had guessed it. Michael had a horse whip in his hand, and brought it down hard and fast on Jeremy's back, right where the burn was. Michael whipped him again, and Jeremy tried to restrain his screams, to little effect. Michael whipped him again and again, and when he was satisfied, he threw the whip aside and took out a dark piece of material. He wrapped it around Jeremy's eyes so he couldn't see. Michael then rolled him onto his back. Jeremy, despie his pains, was fully erect. Michael removed his pants and decided to make Jeremy scream even more. He quietly took up the whip and brought it down on Jeremy's testicles. He screamed loudly. Michael only did this a few times. He then rolled Jerey over again, and whispered to his ring.
'Bronze ring, obey thy master. May any disease this man has not be passed to me in this and any other sexual intercourse.' he said to it. At that moment, Jeremy twitched oddly, but then relaxed. Michael placed his cock at the entry to Jeremy's arse and then forced his way in. Jeremy grunted and hissed throughg ritted teeth, but was still powerless to do anything. Michael then began to force his cock deep and hard into Jeremy. After a little while, Jeremy relaxed into it, and Michael took up the whip again. The whip flailed over Jeremy's back and sides, and all the time his skin was getting redder.
Michael could feel his orgasm coming. He threw the whip aside and grabbed ath jeremy's hair, puling it back and exposing his throat. Michael finally ejaculated into Jeremy's arse. Jeremy wasn't sure if he was liking this or not. There was pain and pleasure all at once. Finaly, Michael let go of Jeremy's hair and withdrew his cock. He undid Jeremy's chains and stood him up. Jeremy was still turned on.
'Masterbate until you cum.' Michael ordered. Jeremy did as he was told. He didn't take long,and soon he was ejaculating all over the floor. Michael removed the blindfold and Jeremy squinted to adjust his vision. He still couldn't recognize Michael.
'Now lick the floor until every drop of cum is off it.' Michael said, and Jeremy did as he was told.

Over the next few days, Michael put Jeremy to sexual use and to use on the ship, making sure he never had much time to rest. Finally, they pulled up into the town where Michael had first attained the ring.
'I have to do some work here for a few days. But you are to sail home, and my ship will return to me the following day.' He said. Jeremy was delighted. He watched as he sailed the ocean until he could see home.
Meanwhile, Michael had gone to the Western entrance of town and said 'Bronze Ring, obey thy master. Give me a horse that is as fast as the wind that it may ride freely across the land. But may it arrive a day after my ship pulls into my home town.' A horse appeared at the gate. It was a deep brown color and shone in the sun's light. Michael mounted and rode off into the country.

Back in the castle, Prince Andrew was looking out his window when his father came to see him.
'Father, I can see something coming,' he said, and pointed out the window. He saw a ship of the most beautiful design. The King saw St. Nicholas at the helm and sent people down to meet the crew. When they arrived, there was Jeremy on the shi[. Dressed a little poorly, but still happy.
'I have returned first before the Gardener's son. I claim the Prince's hand in marriage.' he said. Prince Andrew, devistated, did not come out of his room the rest of the day.
The following morning, the wedding was ready to proceed when there was a sudden sound of hooves on cobblestone. Men went to see who it was. When they saw a man dressed well and riding a beautiful horse, they welcomed him. The King came to see the stranger.
'Greetings, dear sir. You have arrived on a wonderful day. My son is to be married. Will you, a man of high power, give him away for me?' he asked. Michael nodded and agreed. He was led to where things were getting ready. When he saw Jeremy, he said loudly.
'You traitor.' and everyone stopped and stared.
'What is the meaning of this?' the King asked angrily.
'This man to which you are to wed your son is not who he says he is. Would you marry you son to a servant?' Michael asked.
'But I am no servant, I am the third son of the Prime Minister.' Jeremy answered.
'You are still my servant. Strip him down that you may see the mark made by my bronze ring.' Michael said. To save himself the indignaty, Jeremy admitted to its truth. Michael turned to the king.
'He sails in on my ship to which I offered him, dresses in my clothes to which I gave no permission and you would marry him to a fine Prince?' he said. The King shook his head. 'I did not recognize the situation for what it was.' the King admitted.
'But do you recognize me?' Michael asked.
'I do.' said a voice. Everyone turned to see Prince Andrew standing behind his father. 'You are Michael, the younger son of the gardener, and it is you who I will marry.' he said. The King was shocked that he hadn't seen through it.
'How did you manage?' asked the King. 'The ship, the clothes, we sent you off with nothing.'
'Charity is it's own reward.' Michael said, and he then returned the bag of jewels, unopened, to his true love.