# Whitey -7 ### By the fire Apr 29, 2026 _This is an adult gay story if you aren’t an adult or “gay” isn’t your thing, you’d better look for something else to entertain you. Cheers, Blake. 🔞_ _Hi Guys, Blake here. Just a quick word before you go ahead. Writing takes time, a lot of time, and it’s something I love doing so I’d like to thank all of those who follow me, and a special thank you for those who are supporting me with their paid subscriptions._ _All the previous chapter in the Whitey saga are [HERE](https://blakewex.substack.com/s/whitey)_ _The story so far (spoilers):_ _Once upon a time… The idyllic life of Whitey, prince of White Swallow, comes to an abrupt end when King Hardon invades his kingdom and kills his beloved father. years later, the king’s mirror reveals to him that there is someone more handsome than himself: the slave prince in the stables. The two men meet, and an irrepressible attraction seems to win over the hatred they feel for each other..._ * * * …..It was then that he heard a cry: “Get him, Thunder!” When he turned... “I’m Whitey,” he paused. “Snow White, rightful prince of White Swallow,” he clarified. “Yeah, right! And I’m Cinderella!” That was Randy who started to laugh in disbelief. The dog: Thunder, kept pulling and was getting dangerously close. “I really am, look, gentlemen, it’s the truth! Goldween told me to take refuge among you. And please, keep your dog at bay.” So you say... A new voice. Whitey turned again and saw that two more men had joined the group. “Before our introductions, can we do something about the dog?” “Oh dear! Fluffy? He’s harmless, he just wants to say hello!” Randy had started petting the dog’s head. “They are starting to believe me,” he thought, finally able to breath out. After a moment of hesitation, the men rose, and those behind him joined the others in what, in Whitey’s eyes, was a truly remarkable display of manly beauty. They sat around the fire... The food was simple: eggs, cheese, summer cabbage, and beans. Accompanied by figs, berries, and pears, it tasted delicious to the starving prince. And the beer, cold from having been stored in barrels in the river, was like honey to his parched throat. “Why do you think Hardon of Anvar attacked your kingdom?” Winfred asked Whitey. “I don’t know, I was young... I always thought he simply wanted more land, more power” it made sense to him. “Yes, that too... The kingdoms of the Empire shouldn’t be allowed to be at war with one other.” Now everything was starting to make sense. Whitey realized that until then he’d been living in a bubble, and that, perhaps, his ignorance was what had kept him alive, making him less of a threat to King Hardon... The men fell silent for a while, the only sounds being the crackling of the firewood and Thunder’s deep snoring. “Well, Your Majesty, I’m sure I can speak for all my friends here when I say you’re very welcome to the camp, in the hope that in your absence Goldween will be able to keep our common struggle going.” “Thank you, I’m honored. But please, really, stop calling me Your Majesty, I’m simply one of you and I will do my duty at the camp. -Whitey- will do, my friends.” And so Whitey followed the other men, with Thunder close at his side. The camp consisted of a few wooden huts: Whitey had been told that one served as sleeping quarters, one was the common area for eating and spending time during winter, and the others were used to store tools, food, and everything else needed for survival. * * * “Now it’s my turn to ask you a prying question, if I may.” “Go on, my friend, even though I think I know what that might be” Winfred smiled at him. “Um... what’s the situation here? Unless I’m completely mistaken, I have a feeling you all… join in the fun, so to speak.” Randy replied again: “Very perceptive, my friend! You’re right of course... When I got here four years ago, there were only two other prisoners: Fjord over there and Bear. And apparently nothing spicy had happened between them. How sad: two fine looking men and no fun. Luckily, when I got here, I put an end to all that nonsense.” “We’ve all been captured and sent here to work as slaves for the Emperor. We were part of the group of nobles who wanted to rebel against him... And so he began. “Since we have the honor of the prince’s presence, I think it’s fitting that this ancient tale take us to the prince’s land, the kingdom of White Swallow. Whitey, you must have heard of the Ten Companions, haven’t you ?” “For those unfamiliar with this, the Ten Companions are large stones arranged in a circle... The good people of White Swallow have often wondered how those stones ended up in that arrangement, and this is the story of what really happened.” Edward was silent for a moment, the men watched him through the shadows of the flickering fire. Then when he was satisfied with the stillness that had descended on the group he began the tale. _…To be continued…_ _Hi guys, I hope you liked this story, and if you did, please share it and click that tiny heart!_ _Thank you!_ _Be prepared, be safe._ _Blake_