Castile's capital of Jaca sweated under the heat of the glorius weathers of the hot season, temperature reached heights not even imagined in Kingdoms further north. As with most years the heat meant that nobles and commoners alike wore clothes far lighter. Castile's court had forwent the extravagance seen in Merica and Aquitaine, though this was never surprising, it was doubtful that to many Castilean nobles cared. It's Crown Prince certainly didn't.
Prince Ferdinand sat upon a quiet balcony overlooking an expansive, but empty swimming pool. He was seated on a throne like chair, his curly dark brown hair waved in the soft breeze, it framed his youthful handsome face with a note of extravagance, of a gold torque in crested with jewels that saw around his neck, he was wearing very little, his upper body was bare. He dressed only in a rich piece of linen fastened around his waist down to just above his knee.
At Ferdinand's feet sat two attractive guys of similar age, dressed only in underpants. The one on the left, Jose had straight ear length dark hair that had clearly been groomed to perfection. The other, Carlos, had equally dark, but wavy hair that was styled in a ruffled untidy manner. Both boys had well toned four packs, and were each stroking one of Prince Ferdinand's legs.
Unlike his Jose and Carlos, his companions, and favourites, Ferdinand's body was not well sculpted, he had been relatively skinny in his childhood, though now his thin and lanky body had started to become chubby, from the gorging and relaxing he spent everyday doing, even now he snacked on decadent snacks. It was surprising that he wasn't fatter considering just how much he ate, and how little he exercised; his stomach wasn't yet bulging over the sides of his shorts, even when sitting, though this was certainly the direction it was going. Already when sat forward, a sizeable roll of flab did hang over the front of his waist, and his belly button had become quite deep. . Ferdinand was quite oblivious his weight gain, he looking at his slightly built body, he still could see himself as a toned and handsome young man. It was true that he was still handsome, but even when standing where his stomach fat was far less obvious, his abs were far from visible.
"That was divine" Ferdinand said as he licked his lips from finishing his snack.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, my prince" Jose said, tubing his hand soothingly up and down Ferdinand's left leg.
"If you wouldn't mind" Ferdinand said to both Jose and Carlos, he didn't need to go any further, he often asked them, his two closest companions, after he had finished eating.
"Of course, my prince" Carlos said sweetly.
"It will be our pleasure" Jose added; it had become routine and neither had any problem in doing it. They both stood up and gently lifted Ferdinand to the ground; he wasn't light, but they were both quite strong.
Carlos sat up straight with his back against a cushioned block, Ferdinand then sat upright between his legs and leaned comfortably into his arms. Jose then sat cross legged next to Ferdinand and started rubbing his soft upper chest. He then moved down to Ferdinand's bliss spot: his stomach. He relaxed deeply into Jose's chest as Carlos rubbed, patted and massaged his stomach.
Carlos and Jose had done this for years now, since they were all in their early teens, when Ferdinand was slender, long before he'd put on any weight. He had enjoyed his more muscular, slimmer body to be massaged just as much. The three had first met at 11 years old, when Carlos and Jose's fathers had first brought them to court. Back then Ferdinand hadn't been lazy in the slightest, the three had usually spent there days engaging in various sports, they swam, sparred, jogged and wrestled. Unsurprisingly all three boys had been extremely fit, and had impressive abdominal muscles and biceps, for their age.