I stepped into the room, and the stench of sex and incense filled my nostrils causing me to almost gag. My eyes soon landed on a figure standing with his back turned to me with a hand on his hip dressed in nothing but a pair of ankle length pants. I felt like the gulp I gulped was so loud, but the figure didn't seem to care. Bronze skin, broad shoulders, long black hair that cascaded down his spine, and a huggable thin waist followed by a butt so perky it could rival most women's. It was sometimes almost too much to bear! Until I recall that I was now a male, and he was someone that could take my life with a simple wave of his hand, not figuratively speaking. But there was no crime in observing in admiration and a little respect, as I had never seen a figure like his and I realized that compared to the other males I had met during my month here his figure was still unmatched. And it was probably due to the fact that he was practically raised on the battlefield as a soldier from under the age of ten years.
I could see the disappointment in the slight hunch of his back. It was quite a regular occurrence these days. He has been unable to alleviate his desires before his partners can run out of energy. And this is where I come in, my duties change from just having to keep watch during his escapades to helping him bathe in the middle of night... with cold water! Seeing him raise his arms, I quickly grabbed his coats and helped him to put them on and straighten them on him, all while trying to avoid breathing audibly and having direct eye-contact and skin contact with him as well as not have my gaze lingering on his sculpted abdomen. Once I was finished, I stepped back away from him with my eyes toward the floor and waited for him to take the first step, and he soon left the room while I followed five paces behind him as we made our way to the King's bathhouse.
We soon arrived at a corridor. I followed him to the door made of some kind of strong and expensive wood which led to his personal bathhouse. I took a quick glance further down the corridor at a mostly camouflaged door on the opposite far-end, it was a side door not many knew about due to the strict security of his private rooms that led to his chambers, before I quickly entered the bathhouse behind him.
When we arrived inside, he lifted his arms and I knew that that was my signal to assist him. I walked around him and helped him to undress. I admit that when it was time for his final piece of clothing to be removed there was a little tremor in my hands before they reached out to unsecure his belt and I tried to look every which way but the forbidden area as I loosened his pants and let it fall, once the pants fell and crumpled around his feet along with his underwear I stooped down to pick them up after he took a step back all while wishing the earth would crack open and swallow me up like I never existed. I shouldn't even be existing in that world.
The first time I had to undress him I had really struggled mentally, after all the most of a man's body I had seen was a V-line and thighs, never in all my life had I ever had to undress and serve anyone so intimately. I had almost gotten away with leaving his pants on, until he called out to me and pointed out that it was also supposed to be removed and from then on there was no escape from this. As my main goal was to try to avoid any confrontations, I surrendered myself to performing all the duties of the original owner of the body as naturally as possible so I wouldn't draw any suspicion to myself.
I quickly stood up and ready to run away and wait outside until his voice boomed in my ears, "Help me wash my back." He almost scared me half to death, because since I have been here, he didn't speak directly to me often. And I was the most glad for it because every time he did, I swear could feel the breath of guillotine at the back of my neck.
"Yes, Your Majesty." I put his clothes to the side and waited for him to step into his bath before following on the steps and sitting on the edge as I prepared to help him bath.